Saved by the enemy.

Isabella's POV 

Slowly but surely, I felt my groggy self slowly becoming more conscious.

Slowly opening my eyes, I shut them back again after the pain of the blinding lights hit me.

As I sat up, I felt disoriented, and so, so tired. The frag and heaviness didn't get any easier the more I woke up.

My memories began to come back, and I looked down to see... Absolutely nothing.

My breaths came faster as panic reached me. Where was Treasure? My child. I needed him. I needed…

My eyes flitted around and I saw I was back in a hospital. Even with the limited time I spent, I recognized that it was the same werewolf hospital as before. The same place I birthed my son.

Who has found me? The questions flitted through my mind.

None of that mattered. I needed to go. But first, I needed him first. My baby.

The door opened, making my head snap towards it. The familiar ice blue eyes that looked at me with scorn until a few days ago. Days which seemed like weeks.

I hadn't gone back to the bar ever since I escaped the hospital before, not wanting any possible chance of seeing the woman standing in front of me. But somehow, I was back here.

"How are you feeling?"  She asked, looking stoic. 

I tensed, looking at her carefully. There were too many things to unpack. She seemed to be revered in the hospital, hated me, and the fact that the brother of the woman in front of me was the same person who…

Sierra took a step forward and I tensed, casting glares at the woman.

I couldn't trust anyone, especially her. Ever since running away, it had been a constant fight for my life, and that of my child. I had since tired from everything. 

"Where is Treasure?" I asked, almost desperately. I didn't do all of this, trying to escape, just to end up back in the same place, the same situation again.

I saw the confusion flickered through her face, unfamiliar with the name I had given him.

"My baby. Where is my baby?" I corrected, maintaining my glare.

It didn't take time for her to comprehend as she spoke to me. "He's in the children's ward. He was surprisingly fine, unlike you."

The words felt somewhat scathing like some kind of barb, but all I did feel was relief.

Of course, he was in good condition. Even though we were both hanging by the thinnest, I always did my best.

"Why the hell didn't you stay?" She seemed to be angry all of a sudden. 

Had it been another time, while I was still more mentally young, nursing heartbreak from the rejection, I would have been silent. Was I still nursing the pregnancy, still lost and struggling, I would have taken it in silence, like I did her unnecessary hatred for the nine months I tried to get my life back together. But this time I had something to protect. 

Someone.

And I couldn't bear staying there, especially not with the knowledge that the person who caused this was there as well.

"What did you expect me to do?" I spat back. I saw how she flinched at my statement, seemingly surprised at how for the first time I lashed out.

I wasn't going to mention the knowledge about her brother. I doubted that she knew or not, but I wasn't going to take any chances. Rather her treatment of me over the months was what I focused on, channelling my restrained anger.

"Did you expect me to stay with you when since I met you, you have been nothing but rude to me? When you pushed me was the reason why I had gone into labour?" 

There were so many other things to say, but I held it back. I was sure that my words were enough.

I looked at her face, to see that it was blank. It was obvious that she was holding emotions back. Whatever emotions it was however remained a mystery to me.

"I don't understand why you're doing this. Why all of a sudden you're being nice to me," I said, shutting my eyes before looking away.

It was a question that I didn't bother to think of, especially right after the birth. As soon as she brought me to the hospital, she had been acting too warm. Despite all my attempts to ignore it, the contrast between her then and the past nine months were difficult to ignore.

She stayed silent and I focused my gaze on the fabric of the bed. The silence remained and I knew I wasn't going to get an answer. It was probably a lost cause anyways.

Moments passed and I didn't bother to look at her. The sound of her footsteps came again, followed by the shutting of the door. I sighed as I was left alone in the room.

I wanted to leave, but I had enough sense not to anymore. There was nowhere else to go, and I couldn't subject my child to anything that would harm him when I could barely take care of myself.

Moments later, a nurse came in, the unexpected intrusion making me alert. The nurse was carrying something, something which made my heart loosen with relief.

"Your child has been looking for you." The nurse, who I knew was also a werewolf like the rest of the staff, said as she came closer to me.

"Treasure," I whispered, carrying the baby into my arms as she handed him over. 

I looked down into his eyes. His pale blue eyes which weren't from me. I prayed that was the only thing he would have. I hummed as he began to feed off me, sucking my breast in the privacy of the room. 

Despite only being a baby, I felt our bond flare to life.

Closing my eyes, I felt my body begin to relax. Whether it was the exhaustion or the relief in Treasure being by my side, I felt myself slowly drift off to sleep.