Isabella's POV I remained speechless for a few minutes. After all, what could I say to explain the fact that I was in his room? I couldn't talk about the dream, or everything that had happened. I told him the fast truth, of my knowledge of his truth and my worry. "Before you go..." His words stopped me again. By the time I was done, a turbulence of emotions had passed through me, fighting until only one eased the conflict in my mind. As I moved to leave, he stopped me. "And Isabella?" I turned. Even under his blank veneer I could feel the conflict in his mind. Even though I spoke with the utmost sincerity, I could tell he was still fighting it. But he was trying. "Thank you." He said, looking up to me. A smile curled my lips in response, and everything felt so much brighter. I hurried down the hallway to my room. Treasure was awake yet silent, looking around. The moment I reached the crib and looked at him, he brightened up immediately at seeing me. His blue eyes s

Isabella“Ugh!” I grunted, gritting my teeth against the pain that spread upon my back. Although it wasn't the pain from my back hitting the ground that affected me most but rather, the blow to my pride. I panted softly, letting my body relax. it was a reprieve, even if for a short time.Familiar footsteps came until in no time, Sierra’s face came into view. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the slightly smug expression on her face.“You're already down for the count, champ?” She said, an obvious attempt to goad me.It was the weekend, and alone in the house, Sierra and I had begun sparring since the beginning of the day, winding up at noon. It started out as a warming training session and had long devolved into a competition of sorts. We were both equally matched and every single win came for either of us until at some point, we simply decided to count based on who puts the other to the ground first. Out of the 26 rounds we had, we had tied four times. I had beaten her 10 times. T

For the rest of the days leading up, I spent my time between work and home.The celebrations were planned throughout the week, with Sierra at the forefront. There wasn't much to plan anyways, as it was supposed to be a close knit affair, especially as it wasn't any real anniversary or celebration. At least, not to Treasure. Throughout the remaining days, not one word was said regarding the birthday. After more thinking, I had decided to let the matter go without telling Sierra. Within me as well, I had expended my energy in not thinking about it.It was in the evening that we began.Treasure's celebrations were done with fanfare. Ony Sierra, Claire, Agathe, and I were there. It wasn’t until later that Felix and his older brother came in to join in the celebrations that it was revealed that Sierra invited them. Agathe also invited a few people, as about five younger girls came over. I could only vaguely recognize some of their faces, as people who had passed me food in my early days

LeoThe sensation of the floor against my bottom felt odd, but I welcomed it.“So I suppose you came here for some reason?” She turned to me.I shook my head. There were no excuses I made to stay there, except…Except what?I looked at her carefully. That was when I realized that she wasn't in the clothes that she wore around the house; gowns and dresses. She was instead clad in a pair of jeans and a turtleneck shirt. A sign that she recently came back from work.“So how was work?” Came out of my lips.Shit I had never spoken about work to her. Why did I say it anyway? But then again, only a few days ago,she poured her heart out to me regarding her shitty birthday, so should it have been a problem to share one day of work?No.Yet the seconds flew by.“It's fine.” Was all she said.“It was really cold for the kids actually, so it was pretty difficult to get them to focus. I'm pretty sure half of them were asleep.”“Ah.” I nodded.“I'm not really bummed about it though. I don't blame

Isabella As I returned home, knowing that Treasure was safely with Agathe in her home, I changed to a warm pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt to begin training. I began with warmups, to reacquaint my muscles, frozen with unused and the cold.There was no chance of getting Sierra to spar with me. I couldn't meet Sierra today, she wasn't going to return until evening, likely in order to meet Damian. No doubt Damian was also going to tell her everything that took place, or his own version. Thinking about it vaguely as I stretched, a tinge of guilt sparked in me. Damian had been working towards engaging in the acceptance of Rogues towards his pack members, to no avail. This duel put he and Sierra's plans at risk. No matter how it went, there were going to be negative implications.If I won, it may implicate and further solidify the foolish notion of an aggressive rogue. If I lost however, I would have to leave, and they would have successfully dragged out the sole rogue in their territ