The Warriors Weakness

chapter 1

Charlotte~

For the past four years my life's consistent of running, hiding, and keeping not only myself but an infant turned toddler alive. It was getting exhausting, don't get me wrong I love little Isabelle but sometimes I found myself thinking that she'd be better off with a human family a werewolf one was out of the question. He'd find her and kill her since he had the stupid notion that this innocent child was his mates killer. I knew he would... He had already tried, the ugly scar on my chest was a constant reminder of the monster he was.

I had tried to leave her at an orphanage once and I almost had. I would have if I hadn't turned around and looked into her deep brown eyes. it was like looking into Jill's eyes, My big sisters eyes and I couldn't do it. Isabelle was a light caramel haired carbon copy of Jill. Which was why she deserved more than cheap motel rooms, condemned buildings  or the back seat of a stolen cars. I knew I had to pick a place and settle down with her or give her up. I also knew I wouldn't ever be able to part with her, It would be like losing the last connection to my sister the last of my second chance family not only that but I had grown attaches to her and my wolf saw Isabelle as her pup. We'd been hidding in populated city's away from packs thinking that would help hid us from our persecutor but he always found us in a matter of days some times week's. This constant running, this sick game of cat and mouse was driving my wolf to insanity. She was constantly on guard and took over my human body for hours on end until she deemed it safe. These blotches of time lost where driving me to insanity.

"She looks just like you" I hadn't expected anyone to talk to me. The subway was empty and I was sitting with a sleeping Isabelle in a far corner. I had chosen this specific seat so no one would sit near me but I guess older lady's don't care .

"She's looks like my sister" I corrected. Their was no way she could look like me since she wasn't biologically relayed to me. I was adopted into Jill's family as a small child so young that I don't remember anything post Miller's aka my adoptive parents. The same parents who died helping me get Isabelle out of Lunar pack and away from the real killer. Isabelle had light caramel hair color mine was a natural brown burgundy and my eyes where a much lighter almost clear brown.

"Your not a rogue but defenetly not from any of the packs near by" she declared making me tense up.

"I'm was visiting a friend" it was what I told every werewolf I ran into, the last time I'd asked for help the women had reported me to her Alpha who called HIM . Since that day I made sure I was always a respectable 2hours from any pack. Satisfied with my answer the old lady got up and moved to the seats by the door. I waited patiently not getting off the bus  until after the lady did in case she decided to follow me.

Looking up at the bus routs I realized that this had to be the place where I'd have to settle down and make a life for myself and Isabelle. Our money was running out, I couldn't keep pickpocketing, I hated it and it wasn't an example I wanted to set for my child, because that was what Isabelle was now she was my child, she was Jill's child which meant she deserved better than this. In the end I decided on Washington. I would have to make a fresh start their and some strange pull had me second guessing myself anytime I considered a different state.

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Making it to Washington wasn't the hard part. I wish it had been. Nope the hard part was looking for a job. No one wanted to hire a 20year old with no work experience no references or a non existent address. Not only that but where would I leave Isabelle while I did work. I was in over my head. Not only that but I had to either leave the motel or keep waisting what little money we had left for food and necessities for Isabelle.

Our first night out in the woods wasn't a good one. Isabelle woke up in the middle of the night screaming her lungs out while clutching onto her ear. We were in the middle of nowhere in a dead zone between many different Washington and Oregon packs. I reasoned that if Nial my sister's demented mate some how found out where we were he would have to cross through someone's land and I doubted it would be something another Alpha would allow so easily. Their was no way I could get her to a hospital walking anytime soon and by the sounds of her screams and the redness of her ear I knew it had to be an ear infection.

I had to get help any help. I began to walk in the direction in which a pack scent was strongest with the screaming Isabelle in my arms. Hearing her cry was breaking my heart, it made me feel useless, unfit to care for her... hearing her cry out it hurt over and over and not being able to do a Dame thing about it was making me want to cry.

"Momma It hurt " Isabelle screamed louder as if I didn't understand her but I did.

"I know baby I know, momma's going to make it all better I promise" Isabelle's face was red and blotchy from all the crying her ear was redder from her pulling on it. "Please! I know you can hear me, In the name of the moon goddess I beg you to help her! I'll do anything, walk into my own execution but please just help her. She's an innocent child! " I finally lost it I broke. This was all to much for me I couldn't take it anymore I fell to the ground on my knees with Isabelle in my arms. I could feel my wolf stirring inside me, ready to take over .

"How do we know this isn't a trap" a harsh voice came out from behind a line of tree's. Isabelle Cry's only got louder as time passed.

"Its not, I swear it! You can chain me up, blind fold me, hit me over the head so I pass out but please help her. She's all that matters to me she's all I have left please I'll do anything just make her pain go away" I answered getting up off the ground. Isabelle had her arms wrapped around my neck and her faced buried in the crook of my neck.

"Our Luna Heard your pleas..." it was a different voice a much softer younger male who said this before a large wolf walked out from behind the trees and offered himself as a mode of transportation. Throwing caution out the window I got on the wolf clutching into his fur with one hand and holding the screaming 3 almost four year old in my arms with the other. As soon as I grabbed on to his fur the wolf took off like a bullet zigzagging through trees like an expert.