Runaway

twelve

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twelve

I stare up at the ceiling. A soft white with a pinkish tint, that adds rosey tones to the room and ties everything together. My ceiling used to be a very baby pink almost whiteish, much like this one. It brings back a lot of memories, a lot of things from before everyone changed.

Slowly I push myself off the comforts of my bed standing before my full length mirror. It's amazing how in a matter of days my appearance has changed so drastically. My pale skin has become a shade darker from exposure to the outdoors, the bruises on my arms are slowly fading.

I guess I just look happier.

Everyone spoke of how incredible it is to meet their mate how they couldn't imagine a life without them. Now I understand what they meant. Theo and I have barely touched but it doesn't matter, inhaling his scent makes me smile and I think my wolf is finally starting to stir once again.

I throw on a black cardigan; over the same dress I had worn the day before. I'm still coming to terms with the idea of having a closet full of clothes all for me, I guess I don't want to be wasteful. Instead I've settled on the idea wearing the same thing until it wears out. It's only my fourth day here and my second time wearing this outfit. 
I slip out of my room and wander down to the kitchen. Taking every detail in, sure I've been down the hall before but always in a hurry. Running for food, running away, constantly running. Now I have a chance to admire the same decorating skills used on my bedroom. 
Every part of the house that I've seen so far is tasteful and elegant it's the way I would like my house to be one day. 
"Good Morning, Luna." I spin around startled at the sound of another voice, I could've sworn I was alone.

"J-James." I began shakily, "I didn't see you there."

"I'm sorry to have scared you like that Luna, it won't happen again." James bows his head respectively.

"N-no it's fine and please call me Isabelle." I say focusing on the painting behind James. A bearded man stares straight back, his arm woven tightly around a beautiful blonde. Clothed in riches the couple sit perched upon an embroidered throne.

"As you wish L-. Isabelle." James' voice breaks me out of my trance, they make such a beautiful couple. I sigh my eyes once again locking with the man painted inside a frame, who is he?

Turning my attention back to James and the reason why I cam downstairs in the first place, to find Theo.

I smile at James, "since you're here I was w-wondering if you know where A-alpha Theo is?" I ask timidly, my whole life no ones ever really spoken to me. I always pictured having a conversation with someone, I would ask them how they were and they would respond and ask me how I was. Now that it's actually happening, I don't even know where to start.

James hesitates slightly, "I don't think you w-want to know." I look up curiously, did he just stutter? People stutter when they're nervous. "James." I say watching him carefully, his lip twitches slightly and he avoids my gaze. There are many things I don't know anything about, conversations being one, but how to tell when people are lying? That's my bread and butter, from a young age I had too. People would constantly lie to me. It forced me to watch their faces study their expressions until I could find what would give them away. For some people it's the way their eyes move, others it's rubbing their nose or holding their neck. A common denominator is and always has been avoiding people's gaze. Simply because lying into someone's eyes is a million times harder, because you're not just lying to them anymore you're lying to their soul. I would know. James is a text book example of a liar and it makes me sweat because he shouldn't have anything to lie about.