My Little Sunshine

Eleven

Rose POV

While sitting on my bed reading, I couldn't help but look up at the window I've had wide open for the seventh night in a row. I'm sure my mum will be in soon to slam it shut. Only when she leaves do I open it again.

It brings me peace to know Isaiah has a place to come if he wishes. Yet he doesn't come. No matter how long I wait up, no matter how many times I keep my window open he hasn't shown up. The more time that goes by I can't help but grow more and more worried about him.

Elodie told me Isaiah has his times where he leaves for a while and doesn't come back. But he's gone a night, three days at most. Never this long. A week, a damn week Isaiah has been gone and I'm losing my mind. I try everything to get my mind off him but I can't. I can't do anything but think of him and needing to know if he's okay. Just once to see him and talk to him to make sure he's fine.

My bedroom door opening pulled me from my thoughts and I looked up to see my mum once again glaring at my open window. I sigh ready for her to once again lecture me like she's been doing every night for the last week. Telling me the same things over and over like a broken record.

"Rose." She sighed heavily. "What have I told you about this window?"

"And as I keep telling you it's hot. You can't expect me to stay cooped up in here in this heat." I tell her like I've been telling her.

"Darling do you not understand? There's a dangerous man out there and he could climb through the window and get you." My mum shakes her head as she walks over to the window and slams it shut. As she turns to me I see a deep frown on her face.

"He has kidnapped you once before and I will not let it happen again. Rose, I was worried sick that day. And yet you continue to worry me by keeping this window open. I'm serious, Rose, don't let me see it open again."

"You keeping me trapped like I'm some porcelain doll. Mum I can take care of myself. And how many times do I have to tell you that he didn't kidnap me. I went with him on my own." I sigh. How many times do we keep having to have this conversation?

"Your father and I never worried about you because we knew this place was safe. But all of a sudden that-," my mum pauses. Disgust lacing her face. "That beast takes interest in you. Do not forget all the times you've come home crying because he's harassed you. And now it wasn't kidnap and harassment. Why are you taking his side? Don't do that to yourself."

"Mum it's not like that. I never once told you it was harassment. He just shocks me and I don't know how to deal with it. He's so intense and intimidating it's scary. But he's so gentle with me, he doesn't hurt me in any way. It's you who's made all this up. Harassment? Kidnap? He is still someone's son, someone's brother and he is one of the gentlest souls in this pack. You don't see that because you've made up some image of Isaiah in your head that is false. I know him, I know how he is and what he can do. It's not the same as yours." I argue.

"Keep the window closed, Rose. I will not tell you again. And you don't fool me with its hot crap. It's freezing in here." She says and leaves my room, my door shutting with a small slam. Sighing, I stand up and walk over to my window. Once again opening it as wide as it would go.

I look out to the woods begging the goddess to send him home soon. Or a sign to tell me he's okay. Anything to soothe this never ending worry. Just as I was about to turn away, something hidden away in the woods catches my eye. A pair of glowing eyes meet mine and all of a sudden I feel relief.

He steps out from the bushes and this beautiful white wolf shows himself. My lips part in awe as I stare at him not being able to tear my eyes from him. I don't know how I know, but I know it's Isaiah. I've never seen him in his wolf form, he doesn't even have his usual scent on him, but all I know is that it's him.

"Isaiah." I whisper. He's okay. That's all that matters. He could run again, I'd still worry more than I could show, but seeing him now I know he's okay.

Only he doesn't run, he walks over to the window painfully slow. Not being able to wait, I climb out and run to him. His other form towering over me the closer I get. And as I reach him, I wrap my arms around his neck and burying my face in to his soft fur.

"You're okay." I whisper. I know he can't reply but he moved his head to the side somewhat holding me close to him. "I was so worried. I didn't know what happened to you, everyone's so worried. Your mum, Isaiah. Your mum is losing her damn mind with worry about you. You need to reach out, see her even, to let her know you're okay." I tell him.

Isaiah let's out an unamused sound making me smile. I shake my head at his reluctance because he's so stubborn.

"I've missed you." I whispered after a while. "I've missed being in your arms. Never did I think I'd think it so much say it, but I like it."

I felt Isaiah move a little then his bones crack a little before he was kneeled in front of me. His hair longer and falling on his forehead, some parts falling over his eyes. I couldn't help but stare in to his dark orbs at a loss for words.

Isaiah places his hand on my cheek, the other snaking around my waist. He hoists me up so I am straddling his waist. Our foreheads connect as we both stare intensely at one another.

"Say it again." He mutters lightly.

"I've missed you." I whisper to him once again, a smile forming on my lips.

"I've missed you more." Isaiah replied. I shook my head smiling at him.