"It's because he saved me." Bubbles says in the softest tone that I have ever heard her use.My entire face scrunches up in confusion as I try to understand what she just said."What do you mean by he saved you?" I ask her slowly, and she sniffles as she leads the two of us to the waiting bench by the wall.After we're both settled, she starts to speak. "My parents were not the nicest people in the pack." I don't know why, but I immediately relate to her words."They used to hit me until I passed out, and there was nothing I could do about it. Harry might've not been an angel, but he saved me from them.""He did the only thing he knew how to when it came to punishments. When he found out that they hit their eleven-year-old daughter, he held a beheading." I gasp not because of her words but because of the small smile on her face as she says them."He saved me from them and took me into his house. He literally raised me after that, and I can't think of a world without him in it." She lo
"No, the moonlight only makes us more agile and active." I say to the kids."Is that why I get so hyper every time it's a full moon?" Daniel asks me, and I laugh."No, honey. You get hyper because you steal soda behind my back. Besides, it only activates after you've turned into a werewolf, and that isn't going to happen for a while." I grab his ears, and he shoves me off."I can't wait to be a werewolf, mummy." Lilah says in excitement, and I smile."Okay okay. That's enough werewolf talk for today. Let's go to bed." I say as I start to pull the blanket over the three of us."You're sleeping here? With us?" Dylan questions me in a suspicious tone, and I narrow my eyes at him."Yeah, is there anything wrong with that?" I ask him, and he shrugs."Not really, but I thought you'd want to stay with Oliver, like you've been doing." Dylan says."Well, I'm not doing it anymore. Besides, I want to spend time with you guys." I ruffled his hair."Mummy, did you have a fight with Oliver?" Lilah
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Someone booms in a pissed-off tone.I immediately jerk away from Harry like I've been bumped by him, and he lets me go."Nothing," I answer Oliver in a high-pitched tone, and he gives me a scrutinising look. He doesn't believe me.Even I don't believe me."Oliver..." Harry trails off, and I see the sharp look Oliver cuts his way before turning his full attention to me."What are you doing here?" He asks as he starts walking into the room."I came to check on this member of my pack." I don't know his name. Oliver notices. "There are other members of your pack who are safe for this one." Oliver grinds out, and I start to feel guilty.He's right. He's annoyingly right. What is wrong with me?"Oliver, she just came to check up on me. There's nothing wrong with that." Harry speaks in my favour, and for once, I wish I could seal his mouth shut.Oliver cuts a look Harry's way. "After what you've done, you don't even deserve anyone checking on you. Least of all, Isl
"Isla..." Sandra turns, and I look up to face her. "Don't tell me that you're falling for Harry all over again." She says in a pleading tone, and I frown."I'm not falling for Harry all over again, but I think that I'm forgiving him." I say, and it's her turn to frown."Isla, he's killed multiple people. And you're just going to forgive him? Just like that." Sandra says in an accusatory tone."At the end of the day, forgiveness is the only way to get to healing. Eventually, you and I will still have to forgive him. He's trying to make amends.”"Only because you told him to!" She interjects, and I take the time to think.She's actually right. If I hadn't told Harry to apologise to people, would he have done it in the first place?He was already apologising to me for what he did before I told him about the punishment. Does that count for anything?I don't even know."That's not the point, but he's still making amends." I stand by my words."Isla, you're not making this easy for yourself
I scream, pushing Harry off me. But immediately after I do so, I realise that it's not Harry at all. Oliver is the one, and Harry was a figment of my imagination."Isla, what's wrong?" Oliver asks me in confusion, and I try to wrap my head around things. He stares at me expectantly, waiting for an answer, but I have none.How can I explain to him that I came to the image of another man instead of him? Worst of all, it's the man that Oliver is so insecure about."Nothing; it's nothing." I say to Oliver in the most unconvincing tone ever, and he stares at me warily."Isla, did I do something wrong? Was I too rough? I'm sorry; forgive me; it wasn't my intention." Oliver says in a desperate tone, and I'm shaking my head as guilt swells up in me.“No, no, no. Don't say that; you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just overwhelmed; that's it. You were perfect. Everything about you is perfect." And that's the problem."Are you sure?" He asks me, and I nod."I'm sure," I say with a smile. "Let's g
HARRYI've done a lot of selfish things, but what I plan to do soon will be the most selfish of them all.I know I said that I'm a changed person, but that only applies to the wrongs against the pack that I have done. Not to Isla.Every single day, I feel my heart close to exploding just because she isn't with me. And the thought of her belonging to my former best friend doesn't sit well with me.I want Isla so bad that it hurts, and I'm willing to do anything and everything for her. And that's why I'm even doing this for her.I'm supposed to be at the infirmary, resting, but I'm sure that's not doing me or anyone else any favours. I have to get back to my list.As I find my way to the home of the next person, people around me sneer and snicker. They're probably happy to see that the man who terrorised them for years is now battered and bruised, unable to defend himself.Who would've thought?I knock on the door of the house, and a man opens it. One that I know well and that used to b
The woman explains to me what Harry did, and to say I'm shocked is an understatement. Harry? The Harry that I know ran into a house on fire and saved a child, risking his own life in the gesture.I can't believe this."Are you sure he's the one?" I can't help but ask the woman, and she nods gingerly."Yes, I'll forever be grateful to him, and right now he's in the infirmary. He inhaled a lot of smoke, and the doctors are treating him." The woman says, and I raise a brow.Why would he do such a thing?I don't allow my mind to linger much on it as the people start coming one by one to cross out their names on the list.By the time they're all finished and leave, I check the list to see that there are exactly sixty-six people remaining.I know that Harry's motives for such an act can't exactly be innocent and nice. I bet it's all a trick. I need to see him.No, Isla. You can't see him.You just made up with Oliver, and if he finds out about this, he won't be happy with the news at all. S
The next day, I was up and ready. I leave Oliver's room before he wakes up. I don't know why, but I feel like it's the right thing to do.I feel awfully guilty for what I did yesterday night, not that he's even aware of it. But that doesn't even make me feel better.I head straight for Sandra and the kids. I see her giving them work to do, and I quickly gesture for her to come with me.She tells the kids to continue doing their work before she heads straight for me as I stand by the door of the room."Good morning, Isla. It's been a minute." I say, and I nod frantically."Yeah yeah. Good morning." I say in an off tone, and she raises a brow at me. Goddess, this woman always knows when something is wrong with me."You know the councillor, right? Lauren's father." I say in hushed whispers, and she nods."Did you know that he has these vivid dreams that come true?" I ask her, and she nods casually."Yeah, everyone knows that." She shrugs, and my jaw drops.No. This is not happening. This