I took a breath, careful to focus on Treasure as I avoided the stares I felt. Even at the unwanted invitation, I knew I had no choice. Despite the look Sierra gave me, I came all dressed up with my child in tow, unwilling to leave him. The outside world of the pack was bigger than I saw through the car. Filled with special placed trees and houses, it looked like a park and communal space all in one. The downside was the many people who stared at me. I shifted my baby closer to the blue dress I wore. The dress in question I had found once in a thrift store which Clara helped me buy. Even though the maternity dress was bigger than my frame. I'd preferred it as it covered my bump. But feeling others stared, I felt even more self conscious. Was it my oddly white hair that made them look? Was it the dress, the one which I used to cover my frame. I wondered what they must be thinking. Freak. Weird.Ugly.I blinked as Darius's face came to mind, the day he rejected

Isabella's POV. We entered the house again, and I looked around the large living area. Unlike the blank hall I saw in my dreams, the place had couches, vases and trees. It looked beautiful and homely, albeit a bit empty. It was more affirmation that my dreams weren't real. I sighed in relief. An 'Ahem' made me turn to Sierra. "Let's go." She said, carrying the bags up. I followed her out of the room where she dropped my bags before setting out. Before she left I called out "Sierra?" She turned to look at me. "Thank you," I said. Her lips quivered a bit before she nodded. In seconds, I was left alone again with Treasure now in his crib. Closing my eyes, I reached out to my wolf.Ever since I left, Violet hadn't spoken. At first, I'd hear her voice, crying out, whether of homesickness or trauma from what happened to us. But as days went by, she became quiet. I pushed it away until a month went by, and another until I found that she didn't reply even as I calle

Isabella’s POV.  The rest was a blur as I moved quickly, going backwards before shutting the door with a bang. His scent was the very same. He was the one.  Slowly, I took deep breaths calming myself down to no avail. Looking down at Treasure, I held him closer to me, almost tightly. He had seen him. I felt a slight chill knowing that. Before my thoughts escalated, I willed myself to calm down. I stood up and placed Treasure in his crib. My mood had dulled slightly, a

"What?!"It was almost humorous how they both spoke at the same time. Perhaps I would have laughed had they not looked with equal shocked and anxious faces.Claire I could understand, after all I doubted that she would have been comfortable with me working after she practically helped me all through the pregnancy. I couldn't however understand why Sierra gave me the same face.Despite our now more cordial relationship, I thought that she wanted me out as soon as possible. I had four months to stay until I was finally on my own, and a week had already passed. I truly did need to get a job so I could fend for myself earlier.So I waited for them to process the information. A feat which didn't take more than a few seconds before they began to speak.Claire went first. "Isabella, I don't think you should do it. I wouldn't advise you to." Her use of my full name was enough to know her stance. "If it's about my physical state, I can assure you that I'm fine. I've long since healed and there

For the next few days, everything else felt better.The night that I had started over with Sierra was the real turning point in our relationship, as that night I ate dinner with her. I had introduced Treasure to her, which to my surprise made her transform, cooing and besotted at the child. After a while of seeing her uncharacteristic actions, she seemed to notice and apologized, embarrassed.“I’m sorry. I’m fond of children but I don’t know why I feel extra close to him.” She said.I wanted to tell her that she was his aunt, because that was the most valid reason, but the secret of my child was solely with me, and I was not planning on divulging. So I simply nodded with a smile and watched as she fawned over him for a few minutes.The days went on. The next day Sierra went to work early, being the morning shift in the bar. I used my time to walk around the house and help Agathe whenever she came around- despite her attempted disapprovals. In the afternoons when she left, I found mys