021: The world on her shoulders.

Isabella Morgana Voon.

Isabella Morgana Vonn.

That was her name.

She was the first born child of the late Alpha of Nightingale, next in line to be Alpha of the Nightingale pack.

She was a werewolf - although it was weird that she had not gotten her wolf yet even after her birthday but that's something she would worry about later.

She would definitely worry about that later, among other things. But now, she had other pressing things in her mind, bothering her, haunting her thoughts.

One of them being the pairs of wide eyes staring at her, the faces peering at her as if she had grown a second hair - or a horn.

“I can't believe it.” Cara murmured and shook her head, standing straight, “You look so …”

For the millionth time since she woke up from her slumber, Isabella wished the earth could just open up and swallow her whole.

She had no idea what happened in the bush. One moment she was mourning the lost children, the lost souls, another moment, her body, mind and everything beca