Survivor [ON HOLD]

Intruder

When I've calmed down some, I approached the lake, using its water to wash away some of the blood that covered me. The blood wouldn't wash from my gown though. Gone are my eye's original brown colour. In their place are silver eyes with speckles of gold and vivid green. The previous crimson red ebbed along with my blood lust. My brown hair now sports reddish highlights. Once I got as clean as I could, I turned in a circle, surveying my surroundings. From the position of the moon, it's almost dawn now.

Findimg my way back to thr pack was not hard. Tracing disturbed foliage, I followed an obvious trail. From the broken branches, to the big hole in the middle of shrubs, I'm actually surprised no one has found me yet. When the first daylight broke through the canopy of the Forrest, I realised the extent of my sharpened sight, along with my hearing. No werewolf have such sharp hearing and sight. Something has clearly changed, but I don't know why nor how. Has things changed for the better or worse? So consumed in my own thoughts, I didn't realise I'm close to the pack house, until growls from my pack mates alerted me.

"Intruder! There's an intruder!"

Those were the first words that greeted my presence, and from the familiar voice, I knew it belonged to Dominic. I broke out of the tree line, towards my pack mates, thinking of helping them, but instead of their normal greetings and protrctiveness, they crouched, ready to attack me, who they thought was the intruder. I was bewildered and hurt by their reaction towards me.
Raising my hands in surrender, my voice rang out loud and clear.

"Hold! It's me,  Issadora!"

My voice, along with the structure of my face didn't change, though my voice holds more power than before.
Disbelief and hesitation is clear on my pack mate's posture. Their claws retreats into their fingers, firsts lowers, and feet placed closer to each other, no longer crouched and ready to attack, but they were not at complete ease either.

elbowing people to make way for himself, Jake barreled towards me, with James tailing behind him.

"Issadora!"

Have you any idea how creepy it is when twins say something in sync? Yeah. Jake and James does that a lot..like now..and they're crushing me...sandwiched between two Beta-born guys is no fun, especially when they're simultaneously squeezing the life out of you.

"Can't.. breathe!"

I choked out those two words while slapping their arms. It was the best I can do, considering I was suffocating in their hold. It would've been better if I reach at least their shoulders, but no. Being the midget I am, I reach only their chests, so my nose is in the middle of Jake's chest, and is close to breaking. As if I suddenly caught fire, they jerked away, releasing me from the death contraptor they call arms. While Jake apologised and checked to see if I have any other injuries, James just said I deserved it.

"Don't you ever, ever dare do something like that again! I can promise you, suffocating and almost breaking your nose in a hug will be the least of your problem. I'll make sure to lock you in your room next time, with a small doggy door to pass you your food and drinks, and security cameras to detect any source of movement, instead of barging in to check, only to have you slip out!"

Yeah. That's James alright. He's the kind that once he says something, he'll go through with it, which makes it all the more scary for me...being locked anywhere, even in your own comfy bedroom is the worst nightmare for a werewolf.

"Issadora!"

Once again, I was embraced. This time though, it's by my father.

"Oh you're alright. You're alright! Thank goodness you're safe!"

While his voice told us he was relieved, his hug told me that that wasn't all. From the tremor in his arms, to the strength he hugged me with, it was like he was afraid I might slip right though his fingers, like mama, or disappear to the Forrest once more. It tells me the extent of the fear he experienced, the desperation, and the panic he felt when I rushed out like a mad woman.

Can you blame him through? I'm the only family he has left; his parents died when he was a child, his younger sister went with her mate, a rogue. His mate died in the war, leaving him only with me and memories of us. To add to that, I ran like I was chased by the hounds of hell. He probably thought he'd never see me again. Wrapping my arms around him, I whispered soothing words softly in his ears, so that only he can hear me. Releasing me, he gave me a weak smile and opening his mouth to speak, he halted, eyes narrowing, scanning me from head to toe. Looks like he just realised my tattered and bloody attire..

"What happened? You smell different, and your appearance has changed, too"

Ah..so my smell has changed..that explains the reaction I got from my pack mates.

"Trackers! Pair up with a warrior! Scout the Forrest! Make sure there are no intruders!"

At 6'1, with stormy grey eyes and muscular physique, papa's an intimidating man. Add to that the anger in his eyes, well, it's no surprise the trackers move towards available warriors almost before my dad even finished his sentence.

That done, he motions for me to follow him, the twins tagging behind, even though they weren't called. Time to face the music. Oh boy.