Isabella. The words reached my ears, yet difficult to process. That was… that was impossible. There was no way anyone could not control their wolves. When a werewolf is born, they connect with their wolves at the same moment, in a bond tethered by the moon goddess "Isabella? I looked at Sierra's blue eyes, as clear as water. "I..." I blinked again and again. "I don't understand, Sierra." Was it me, or had Sierra deflated a little? Immediately I put my hands over hers. "I'm not saying that you're lying. I… I just need to understand." I stressed. Every part of me was in denial. There was never a case like that. But it was evidently the truth that Sierra believed. I had demanded for answers and she was giving me. I had to listen, no matter my problems. Sierra nodded before she spoke, eyes focused on the table. "Ever since I was born, I wasn't allowed to play with him. It was weird back then, why I had to go with my mother to shift and play, while L
Isabella.The day broke, but it didn't matter. I was unable to sleep either way. The whole night had been less than a dreamless sleep, rather one filled with conflict and upset. Halfway through, Treasure had woken up whimpering, and for the first time I welcomed the distraction. It was not only about his wolf, but also him. Over the past weeks, he was quiet, but comforting. He was a constant reading companion, and had helped me. We had started off from a rocky start, but now we were on neutral ground. So where did learning this put me? I had initially let go, but it hadn't meant I forgave him. Was I going to forgive him? Especially for an action he had no control over? Would all the pain I had faced wash away so easily. I recalled the slight glisten in his eyes before he stepped away from me the day before, apologising. I recalled the day he apologized after that accusation. I remembered his silent words the day after I faced those discriminatory teachers, exhaust
Isabella. An invigorating feeling washed over me. All my senses were heightened. My limbs were eager to move and the call of the moon grew even stronger than ever. This. This was shifting. I had no idea how much I had missed it. I stepped out of the area, using my scent and memory to trace my steps back. It didn't take long before I had reached. I could see many others were already -and were still emerging- as the frontline of the forest came into view. They had noticed my arrival and looked at me but didn't stop. It was to be expected, considering Violet's stark difference as compared to them. They were in dark colours, some brunette and even some in shades of greyish blonde and reds. Nothing however, could have compared to my fur, as silvery white as my hair, glowing against the moonlight. She and I were an oddity amongst them even as a fellow rogue. I was used to the stares in my former pack, especially as I was younger. But the reaction from the pack I was pr
Isabella The howls echoed from seemingly nowhere. I look around, unable to find the right place. Circling the room, I was only met with emptiness and the night. The whines echoed around. Its voice was pleading, calling. Painful. It was Leo's wolf. My breaths came quickly inside Violet's form. What was I supposed to do? Should I begin looking for him? Was I supposed to escape somehow? A thought left my mind. I could just have left it alone, revelled in the pain. The thought tempted me. I looked up at the moon. Even in the dream, it shone as bright as it did on the run. Its presence was unique to everyone who saw it. Grunting, I began to move around, looking. I retracted my class as I searched, my movements silenced with slight thumps. Outside wasn't an option. So I began searching around the crevices of the house. The kitchen and library were the first place. Both aces remained empty as could be. No traces of scent could be followed. Was it me, or
Isabella Looking at his suffering frame, my decision came quicker than I had expected. There was no way I could have left it suffering. He looked cautious as I moved. I lowered my tail, flattening my ears whole crouching lightly to show that I meant no harm. Every step I took was filled with caution, looking at him to see if he would make any move. There was none, but the way he looked, he was cautious, afraid. He did nothing, making no move and the growling had stopped. I… we stepped closer, watching his frame stiffen as we did. Has he ever gotten contact with another wolf? I doubted. What was I supposed to do then?Before I thought any longer, I moved, brushing my face lightly against his. His dark shadowy fur was surprisingly soft against mine. Once I did, I paused, wondering if I had been too irrational. Unlike my expectation, the wolf made no move to attack. Instead, it gave a whine, one full of longing. That was the okay sign I needed. I moved closer brush
Leo. I was afraid. In theory, there was nothing to worry about. I had managed it for many years since that moment. I was already experienced in it. Most of all, as always by now the house was empty, Sierra leading people on their pack run. Agathe must have already been resting in her own home. They were safe. I was confined within my own room. And yet, like every single time it happened, I was afraid. I knew what the others thought. I saw it in the pitying glances Sierra gave when I was like this. It was in the subtle yet more gentle look Agathe gave too. They thought I was constantly afraid of hurting them, like I had almost done once. It was an indisputable truth, yet not complete. Because the reason for my aversion was much cowardly, more simple. I hated myself. I hated my wolf.I hated the wolf residing within me, urging me to unravel the bonds I had put in it with the shine of the moon. I hated how, despite being an older brother to Sierra, the guardian of my fami
Isabella/Violet's POV Warmth filled my being as I woke up in the embrace of the dark wolf. It hadn't taken long to realized I was somehow in my wolf form, likely in the dream world. Slowly, I made sure to slip away from his grasp, a chill wing brushing my silvery white fur as I found myself exposed once more to the open air. I turned to him. This was he, the one that had hurt me... hurt us before . The reasons for my spiral and despair. But there was no fear in either of us anymore. The large wolf remained asleep, even as I separated from it. Its large body heaved with every breath. For all the fear and fight it gave, it rested so deeply now. I looked up to the moon. And gasped at what I saw. The moon indeed glowed, but it had never looked as big nor shined as bright as I had seen it. Even though it was just a glowing circle, it felt like the moon goddess was smiling down on me. What was this feeling? Isabella's POV Waking up was not as easy as I thought it
Isabella's POV I remained speechless for a few minutes. After all, what could I say to explain the fact that I was in his room? I couldn't talk about the dream, or everything that had happened. I told him the fast truth, of my knowledge of his truth and my worry. "Before you go..." His words stopped me again. By the time I was done, a turbulence of emotions had passed through me, fighting until only one eased the conflict in my mind. As I moved to leave, he stopped me. "And Isabella?" I turned. Even under his blank veneer I could feel the conflict in his mind. Even though I spoke with the utmost sincerity, I could tell he was still fighting it. But he was trying. "Thank you." He said, looking up to me. A smile curled my lips in response, and everything felt so much brighter. I hurried down the hallway to my room. Treasure was awake yet silent, looking around. The moment I reached the crib and looked at him, he brightened up immediately at seeing me. His blue eyes s
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Isabella.Treasure played freely amongst other children. The happiness in his eyes made me smile from the window I watched him in.He had taken to them very well, free to reveal his claws at any time, compared to before.After what felt like minutes of watching, I settled back down onto the couch, filled with stacked books I was hoing to remove for the day.I settled into the dark couch where even before I left, it gave comfort. Now I needed that more than ever.It felt like before, yet everything was so different. Now Sierra came occasionally, no longer a resident of the pack yet still belonging to it. She had all the grace of a Luna. It was something I had known for a long time, yet pleased to see nonetheless - nevermind that I still beat her whenever it came to sparring.The biggest difference, however, was me.I had once come here as a guest, hiding myself away from the pack and not wanting to get attached. Now I was here as Leo's mate and the first and new Luna of the rogue pack.
Leo.I looked at Isabella who bore a stricken look. The disbelief in her was the same one I faced.This was the first time I had physically seen the person right in front of me, and as I looked at him, an open scar on his face with his hair in disarray and his eyes crazed, I knew what my answer would be.Turning to Isabella, I conveyed all I needed to, squeezing her hand lightly. She seemed to understand as she nodded. I let her go, walking toward the man who looked more pathetic as his hopeful eyes looked up at me.“I have no need to fight you, Darius, because there's nothing to fight with you about."I saw his expression morph into a frown and anger light up in his eyes in response, but I wasn't done.“Isabella is not a bargaining chip, nor an object to fight over or own. I doubt that you will understand that as you are now, but it's the truth. Scum like you deserve a terrible fate, and though I'm glad that Isabella is by my side now, I wished she didn't have to face someone like yo
Isabella.A chill went through me at the news. Looking at the rest of them filled with shock and plenty of questions, there was nothing we could do but wonder.How did they figure it out already? Was this part of their plan from the start? I saw a mix of emotions, none of them positive on everyone's face. It was only a light squeeze that made me turn to him.Leo's startlingly blue eyes couldn't cool down my tension, but it eased it a bit.And for a moment, knowing everything else, I only let one thought reverberate through my mind.Everything will be alright.…..Throughout the next few days, we had mobilized everybody possible.They had announced to the pack and the council of elders everything that had taken place, never leaving a single detail out. The pack was in an uproar, yet in a discussion of our allies, they felt mixed emotions.I looked around at the people around me. People who had once judged me in favor of the person who was now the biggest threat to the pack.When I sp
Isabella.Together we left for the Alpha's quarters, only to see my parents.Surprise filled me as they also stood up.“What are you two doing here?” My mother demanded, eyeing both of us.“Please," Isabella pleaded.I stayed as she explained every word that she heard in the forest, and I could see every single one of their faces turned grave.“Isabella, are you sure that that was everything you heard?"I wanted to nod, but held back. There was still one thing I was holding back.“When they spoke, Lucy said that he needed her. Not just because of the rogues, but…”I knew that this was sure to hurt, no matter how much I steeled myself to say it was Leo's light squeeze that made me shut my eyes and finally let go.“Because she knew the truth behind his father's death."A shattering sound.“Melissa!”I whipped my head in surprise as I saw that Darius's mother was suddenly laying on the floor unconscious. The implications of my words were clear to everyone.I could only keep still, watch
Leo.The moment she had frozen, I already sensed something was wrong.Two people, whom from the look on her face, she recognized were speaking.Closing my eyes, I heightened my senses to hear what they were saying.The first voice was a rough one that undoubtedly belonged to a man whilst the other was a woman.“You said that it'll work, but they haven't made any moves since.” Said the male one.“I mobilized all these rogues and I promised them domination. Do you think that it was easy?”Rogues? The mention of them.“Or better yet, do you think calming them down was? After they'd lost two people to your damned pack, you should be lucky that they haven't turned on you."“Shut the hell up.” The male voice spat out.“You can't get rid of me. Not when I'm the only one who knows the real secret behind your father's death. Not while you need me to appease the rogues while you mess up and no nothing. Not while I look like your dear–” The woman spat out.“–Shut up!” The words were so loud I wa
Isabella.The next morning was far from normal. The only way it could have been described was cold.Neither of my parents were speaking to me, not even as I prepared breakfast earlier in the morning as an appeasement. They avoided my gaze as much as they could, never speaking a word.It hurt, the silent waves of disappointment that ebbed out of them. I braced through it however.Even little Treasure had noticed it.“Where's daddy?” He whispered to me. I noticed that my parents had stopped eating, either hearing or rightly assuming Treasure words.I attempted to smile at him. “He's not here, but we can visit him if you'd like,” I spoke invitingly.Before Treasure could say a word, I heard my mother's voice for the first time that morning.“Treasure dear, why don't you follow us to the pack gardens? There are plenty of beautiful animals there.”I stiffened at her passive aggressive nature. Yet when I looked at Treasure's imploring eyes which silently asked me for what to do, I gave a sl
Leo.The pain Isabella bore on her face made me want to hold her, yet those doubts and fears I thought I had rid myself of stopped me short, leaving me helpless and hollow.The night was silent and cold. Peaceful. It was a complete contrast to the violence that had occurred in what should have been less than 20 minutes ago.The pain from the hands that choked me still ached every time I swallowed, yet I kept silent.I almost flinched when I felt the brush of a hand, only to relax as there was only one person who could do that. I let her wrap her hand around mine, sighing at the guilty pleasure of her touch.When I turned to look at her again, all the warmth I gained drained away.Her eyes glistened with tears even as she stared stonily at the distance. She was devastated. From her parents' reaction to the way it all came crashing down.I vaguely realized that she was trying to do that. Comfort me. In turn, I held her closer, hoping that she gained a bit of warmth as well.When Connor
Isabella.My blood ran cold, yet I kept a smile as I turned to Treasure.“Treasure, I think it's time you went to bed," I said.He looked at me for a moment before nodding.“Okay, mommy. Goodnight.” He turned to Leo and oblivious to the tension in the air, told Leo. “Goodnight, daddy.” I heard the slight suck of breath from one of my parents, but I focused solely on my son, nudging him forward.“Go on then," I said, as he yawned before moving up the stairs.I watched him carefully until I was sure that he was out of sight and earshot. The sound of his guest room door shutting made me let out a breath of relief.I shouldn't have let my guard down.It happened instantly. One minute, we were all sitting on the table and in a flash, a person pinned Leo to the wall.“Dad!” I called out, panic filling me as I stood up, speeding across the room.My father was on his full feet, his hands wrapped around Leo's neck. Goddess! He was choking him!Leo remained still. Whether he was still in shock