Missing home.

Isabella's POV.

We entered the house again, and I looked around the large living area. Unlike the blank hall I saw in my dreams, the place had couches, vases and trees. It looked beautiful and homely, albeit a bit empty.

It was more affirmation that my dreams weren't real. I sighed in relief.

An 'Ahem' made me turn to Sierra.

"Let's go." She said, carrying the bags up. I followed her out of the room where she dropped my bags before setting out.

Before she left I called out "Sierra?" She turned to look at me. "Thank you," I said.

Her lips quivered a bit before she nodded. In seconds, I was left alone again with Treasure now in his crib.

Closing my eyes, I reached out to my wolf.

Ever since I left, Violet hadn't spoken. At first, I'd hear her voice, crying out, whether of homesickness or trauma from what happened to us. But as days went by, she became quiet. I pushed it away until a month went by, and another until I found that she didn't reply even as I calle