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"Hey, Kaylee. Thank Goodness you're here. What happened? Were you taken as well? Anyways let's get out of here first." Isabelle said rushing. All Kaylee did was look at her with cold and distant eyes. When she heard the last sentence, she snapped out of whatever reverie she was in. She frowned at her friend and without further ado, pulled her to her feet.

"Can you untie my hands? I can't run with it being tied." Isabelle asked disregarding the cold distant look in her friend's eyes.

"Shut up.", was all Kaylee said in a low whisper.

"What?" 

"I SAID SHUT UP! You think you have the "perfect life" don't you? You can spend the rest of your "perfect life" with them." She said using her hand to gesture air quotes whenever she said perfect life.

"What are you talking about? I don't have a perfect life, you know this. Why are behaving like this?" She said reaching out to her but she was stopped in her track when Kaylee walked backward and brought out something from her pocket, poured the whitish powder on her hand, and sniffed it.

Her friend was taking drugs again? When? 

"Kaylee..." Her voice broke as she was grabbed from behind.

"They promised me more of the good stuff if I brought you. What choice did I have? I want more. I really try to stop but I just can't. I'm always finding my way back to it so I just embraced it. Why push away the good stuff?" Kaylee asked looking around.

"You... You didn't try harder! You could have tried harder! I could have...helped you. Don't do this." Isabelle said.

Suddenly, Kaylee laughed out loud hysterically and walked towards her shoving her backward.

"What would a pimp do? You fucking whore! That's what you're going to be." She said finally and stepped back.

"Kaylee! Please! Stop!" She yelled at top of her lungs stepping forward but was roughly grabbed by two bulky men. 

"Let go of me! Let me go! Please." She added crying.

Was this the end of her life? Was that all? What about her sister who was in a coma? What would she do?! 

Suddenly, a bang filled the air and then a thud. Isabelle stopped her sob immediately staring at her friend whose body was now laying motionlessly on the ground. Blood seeped out of her head as it formed a pool around her head her hair sticking into it.

A man holding a gun walked out from behind them and grabbed Isabelle.

"How do you like that revenge, dear?" The man asked his lips beside her ears. Isabelle shivered to bite her lips to stop herself from screaming out loud.

The man pressed the gun to her side.

"I said how did you like that revenge?" He said emphasizing each word.

"I... like...it." She said nodding frantically. She still couldn't bring herself to look away from her friend's lifeless body.

"Bring her in." He said.

"I wouldn't touch her if I were you." They heard a cold voice say from behind.

They all turned around to see a man with his hands in his pants pocket staring at them. The man holding the pistol pointed it at him. 

Isabelle recognized the man, after all, she had met him just yesterday night. She looked up at him. His face looked even more beautiful now that there was sunlight. The man's eyes flickered at her briefly before returning to the man with the gun.

Suddenly, the man's gun was in his hands pointing it at him instead.

That was humanly impossible. How did he collect the gun?! They didn't even see him coming.

"Guns are very dangerous weapons. You shouldn't use them around a lady." He said nudging his chin at Isabelle and then the next thing they knew, the gun had been dismantled and was now lying on the ground.

The other two men beside Isabelle brought out their guns as well. Someone from behind collected the guns from them tossing them like it was paper. 

The two men then dropped to the ground suddenly. Isabelle moved back and was caught in a man's embrace. She turned around and saw a strange face. She frowned and instinctively moved back again.

The man moved towards her and pointed at her bounded arms. She stretched it out and the man brought out a swiss knife.

Her eyes widened at the knife and pulled her hands back. The man chuckled and pulled her hands and cut through the ropes.

Isabelle wrapped her hands around her wrist soothing the pain. The man that killed her friend was also down on the ground now. She looked at the other man and ducked her head down.

"Let's go." The man said coldly and walked towards the sienna. Isabelle couldn't help but take a look at her friend on the floor. She frowned and walked to the car.

She had no choice. She would first thank them and then find out why they saved her. 

The car kept moving until they stopped in front of a brown-colored wooden-storey building. This house looked too familiar but she couldn't place the picture in her memory. Her mind was too messed up with what had just happened.

The man who cut through her ropes opened the door for her while the other man walked away.

Pervert. Snobbish. Rude fool.

The man gestured for her to come in and she followed. After that, he brought her to a room.

"This'll be your room. I'll leave you to settle down." He said walking briskly to the door.

"Excuse me. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything, I'm really thankful but when can I go home?" She said smiling at the man.

The man turned around. He then looked at her and smiled.

"He will tell you that." He said simply and turned on his heels again.

"What's your name at least?" She asked. He kept quiet for a while and then,

"Antonio." He said finally and opened the door walking out.

"I'm Isabelle." She said but the door has closed.

"Snobbish people." She muttered which both men heard unknown to her.

Chris frowned while Antonio kept a straight face. 

Antonio knocked on the door to Chris's study. He went in after hearing a come-in from inside.

"I've settled her in her room." He said.

"Hmm," Chris replied simply without looking up.

"Will you tell her?" Antonio asked again. This made Chris finally look up and then he sighed throwing his head back.

"I'm taking that as a no," Antonio said sitting on the chair in front of the table.

"What if she finds out by herself? What would you do then? I think it's better if you tell her instead of her hearing it from one of the pack members. Trust me, women font want to find out things on their own." Antonio said.

"They won't say a word about our form. You know what to do." He replied.

Antonio looked at him for a while and then sighed nodding his head.

"You can go then." He replied his eyes on the table again.

Isabelle explored the room and sat on the bed. Then she thought of her job. She had work tomorrow. She and Kaylee... Her body shook when she remembered Kaylee's body on the ground. 

Tears trickled down her face remembering their happy memories. What if Kaylee told her? She could have helped her get through it. What if it still didn't work? What if Kaylee got so high and stabbed her to death? She shook her head at that thought.

What if Antonio and the other snobbish guy didn't come to save her? Then what? She would probably be on her way to a pimp's house right now.

She didn't want to think about it so she closed her eyes and laid back. Soon, she fell asleep. She was a person that got her sleep easily. 

Her brows furrowed and she began sweating and whimpering. She trashed on the bed and woke up with a scream.

She ran to the bathroom oblivious of the man at the corner of the room and quickly disposed of all her clothes. She filled the bathtub with cold water and soaked in it. She sat down and brought her knees to her chest. She then started sobbing.

Chris walked out of her bedroom and mind-linked his Beta, Antonio.

'Get her fresh clothes from Dolores.' He said.

'Yes, Alpha.' He replied immediately.

Chris cut off the mind link and walked to the kitchen. His mind drifted to last night at the bar.

He had been there with the Alpha of his neighboring pack, Alpha Peter. He was talking when the scent of Vanilla hit his nose. He looked up swiftly but he saw no one.

"Is anything the problem?" Peter asked.

"Everything is fine. Where were we?" He asked.

Alpha Peter said something but he was already long gone.

His mate was here. He could feel it. His wolf was howling and panting in his head with just one word. 

"Mate." 

He tried his best to follow the scent of the Vanilla but it soon got mixed with the scent of the alcohol, cigarettes, and hard drugs around here.

Werewolves were known to be famous for their heightened senses. They had better eyesight, and perfect hearing and smelling senses. 

The meeting finally came to an end and they shook hands. Peter bid them goodbye and walked out of the club using another exit out.

"Aren't we leaving?" Antonio asked him seeing he didn't move to leave.

"Mate." was all that he could say.

"Really?" Antonio asked sitting in front of him. He could only nod his head. He then felt the scent getting closer. His heart slammed against his ribcage he heard it in his ears. 

He looked up to see a lady in a green dress that reached only above her knees. He kept his eyes trained on her. She looked up and their eyes met.

His breath hitched and he looked at her features.

She had golden yellow hair which cascaded down to her waist. Her legs looked so captivating and inviting. Her face was not touched with an ounce of makeup. She was a natural beauty. 

She then moved and pulled her dress down her cleavage showing in the process. His eyes darkened at the thought of other males staring at his mate. She then pulled it back up. He almost let out a sigh but she turned and walked away with a frown on her face.

He waited for her to come back. When she did, she looked at his side which made his wolf leap for joy. As quickly as his joy came was as quick as it left.

What was going on? Why was he happy to just see this lady look to his side? He shook his head and looked up again to see her not standing there again. His face fell in disappointment and he stood up.

"Let's go." He said and walked off without waiting for his Beta and best friend. 

Antonio furrowed his brows. Didn't he say he found his mate? Where was she then? He shrugged and walked to the car sliding into the driver's seat and drove away from the bar. Chris turned his head just in time to see his mate getting into a cab. At least she had left the place that was flooded with males.

He smiled and closed his eyes reminiscing about her face. 

The sound of the kettle hissing broke his train of memories. He took it off the gas cooker, poured it into a cup, and then he poured the chocolate powder into it.

He mixed it making hot chocolate and walked back to her room. She was still in the bathtub but she had stopped crying. He walked in and placed the cup of hot chocolate onto the dressing table and closed the door after him.

Antonio arrived just in time. He collected the gown and placed it beside the cup of hot chocolate.

Then they both walked quietly away. Antonio returned to his home and Chris to his bedroom. He lay on his bed and listened in to hear her.

Isabelle walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She saw the new clothes and the cup and walked towards it.

She picked up the cup and brought it to her nose. She sniffed it and drank a little.

"Hot!" she yelled out dropping the cup immediately as she brought out her tongue to use her hand to blow air on her tongue.

Chris jumped up immediately and ran to her room. He held the handle and thought back at his action.

What would he say? He was there to kiss her tongue to help the burning sensation? How would he explain he even knew she had been burned by the tea? He let go of the handle and walked back to his room his head hanging low.

He returned to his position and listened in. He heard her ruffle with the clothes and she drank the tea.

Then she muttered "must be Antonio that brought me the clothes and tea." which was clear in Chris's ears.

Fury bubbled inside him, but what could he do? He was still trying to figure out his feelings.

Isabelle then muttered incoherent things and fell asleep. Chris listened to her soft heartbeat as she slept. He then walked to her room and opened it slightly, closing it before it could make a sound.

He paused to see if she moved, seeing she didn't he walked further into the room. He sat on her bed and caressed her head while she slept. He then smiled at himself when he saw her small mouth, even her nose was little while her eyes were just the normal size of eyes.

All this made her face look beautiful. He sat there for about thirty minutes and stood up when he noticed he was getting sleepy.

He didn't want her to wake up and see him by her bedside. That would raise some questions. Questions were what he was avoiding, he wasn't going to be foolish enough to bring it upon himself.

He kissed her forehead ever so lightly and walked out silently like a thief at night.

Isabelle woke up the following morning peacefully. She yawned and smiled at herself. It was the first time she slept without having a nightmare about her parents or the weird dog–wolf.

She slipped out of the dress given to her yesterday and walked to the bathroom. She had her bath and walked out in the clothing she had hand-washed yesterday night before she went to bed.

"Alright. I'll thank him for his hospitality and make my way home. I should get back to work." She mumbled and made her way towards the door.

She twisted the knob but the door won't budge. She frowned and pulled at the knob again still not opening. She banged the door yelling.

"Hey! Help me!" She yelled till she got tired and walked back to her bed. Chris stood on the other side with his head hung low as if ashamed of what he had done while his best friend stood by him watching the door move and Isabelle yelling.

"What are you doing, Christopher?" He asked seriously.

"I have no idea." He replied lowly sliding down the wall. He propped his right leg and stretched his left leg resting his head on the right knee. Antonio sat down beside him in the same position and looked at his friend.

"I hate myself for treating her this way, but..." Chris said and then sighed.

Antonio nodded his head understanding his friend's dilemma. 

"Why not give this mate stuff a chance? I mean, remember I was like that with Elena as well? And look at us now." 

"Elena is a wolf. The mate pull won't help you. It's only normal." Chris replied rolling his eyes.

"Dummy. Being human doesn't mean she's less privileged. Just give her a chance." 

"I don't know, man." 

Suddenly they heard whimpering inside. Chris was the first to jump up. Antonio followed. They listened closely and heard it was Isabelle whimpering. 

"Where's the key?! Where's the damn key?!" He yelled stretching out his palm. Antonio immediately dipped his hand in his back pants pocket and brought out a small key.

Chris snatched it and opened the door to see Isabelle in a corner shaking her head and her body with her head on her folded-up knees.

Chris looked at his friend and saw that he was looking at him with the same look. 

Chris approached her silently and sat on his knees. He held her hand but she pushed him away. A frown settled on his face as Isabelle continued crying with him doing nothing to stop her cries.

Isabelle looked up at him with blank eyes.

"What are you doing here?! Get out! Get out! I don't want to see your stupid face! Get out!" Anger was visible in her eyes as she yelled out suddenly.

"Please...just go." She said softly and passed out.

Christopher quickly caught her and placed her on the bed. He then walked out without saying anything else. Antonio sighed and tucked her well into bed before walking out.

"One..." Matilda started covering her eyes with her little hand.

Isabelle smiled and ran to their parent's bedroom hiding in their closet. Her sister would never think to seek her out here.

She could hear her sister's voice getting closer and she suddenly stopped when she reached '10'. She giggled in the room. 

Matilda must have thought she was wherever she stopped. But after a while, Matilda didn't continue her counting. 

Isabelle frowned in the closet. Was her sister doing something else? She had the habit of finding other things to do and then forgetting what she was doing earlier.

She wanted to push the closet door open when she heard clicking heels on the floor. She frowned... Her sister didn't wear heels.

She watched as a leg wearing red heels came in front of her backing her. Her parents fell on the bed soon after with their hands up in the air. Her mother was crying while her Father was pleading with the woman and then without any more words, she heard two ear-deafening bangs.

Her parent's bodies went still so did hers. Her eyes widened as she watched the red heels move away. 

"Find the two daughters!" She yelled out walking out of the room. 

After a while, she heard a siren approaching but she couldn't move her body. Her mom was staring right at her and she couldn't bring herself to move.

It was when the police arrived and rescued her was when she screamed out loud and cried for two days. 

She screamed out loud and sat up with her body drenched with sweat and her face full of tears.

Her younger sister was found down the stairs with blood spilling out of her head. One of her black sandals was on the fifth step with the other one on her leg. It appeared she had been running.

Thankfully, her sister wasn't dead. But she had been in a coma ever since then. She hugged her knees and rested her head on them.

She sighed and then walked to the bathroom to wash her face. She then strode towards the door pulling it open.

She walked downstairs and found the kitchen. She walked around the house and found that she was the only one there. She walked towards the door and pulled it. The door didn't budge.

Of course, the snobbish guy wouldn't let her leave. Buffoon. What did he want with her? Wouldn't she see her sister ever again? 

She sighed and walked to the kitchen. She was determined to run away. That was the only option open. The man wasn't ready to let her go and she wasn't his prisoner.

She needed the energy to eat. She walked towards the fridge and made herself oatmeal.

She had it and walked towards the windows. She found everything was locked including the one in her bedroom. She frowned and walked towards a double door. She pushed it but it didn't budge. It was the only one that didn't open.

She was sure there was a phone in there. She pushed it several times and when she wanted to hit her body with it again, she heard a door open and close.

She immediately jumped into action and ran to her room locking it behind her.

"Isabelle?! Where are you?" She heard a female unfamiliar voice.

She walked downstairs to see a woman about her age holding a knife. She yelped at the sight of the knife. The woman turned to her and smiled grimly.

 "Come here, dear. We're having you for dinner." She said smiling icily.

Isabelle stood rooted staring at the creepy woman as flashes of memory swiped at once before her eyes.

She had dreamt of this scene.