Isabella In the morning, after feeding Treasure, it took no time for me to dress up. This time in a pair of sweatpants and a lilac shirt. Since it involved fighting, perhaps I could join. Sierra met me downstairs where she nodded at my dressing. We had sparred once in a while in the few days I had. But this was going to be my second time watching others fight in a long time. The sun somehow burned hot against our skins as we moved forward. The closer we got, the more noises and roars could be heard. We neared a place that I had only seen in passing, a sandy area distinct from the rest of the grassy routes of the pack. I had brushed it off before. How could I have known it was actually the training grounds? The place which was empty in my memories was completely different. Men and women of all ages were present. Some were seated, while others stood, playing around. From the distance, I could see some smaller children playing around, likely being watched by the person wh

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. 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 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

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