Isabelle Salas Zayac never thought she would see the outside world ever again. Curled up on the cold floor of a cellar,with her soul crushed and body full of scars she was never meant to get better but only worse. Being mute served as another stab t...
'Its time to take you to the packhouse Isabelle.' My head snapped to the door as Stacy called me by my name. 'Luna told me your name when she was here.' She smiled at me. Wasn't Victoria supposed to come and collect me? I pushed the thought out of my head as Stacy began to pull the sheets off of me but I grabbed her hand and dragged her closer until I could easily hug her. She was still because of my sudden action but soon I found her hugging me back. She pulled back and got a hold of my shoulders.
'I assume you're trying to thank me?' I nodded my head.
'Isabelle I lost my elder sister right in front of my eyes.' my eyes immediately softened at her confession and Stacy looked as if she would break into hysterics any second. I squeezed her hand. A tear rolled down her cheek which she was quick to wipe away.
'When they brought you here and I had a look at your bruised,broken and limp body,images of her lying in your place appeared in my head. I can't get her face out of my mind and I keep thinking about how her eyes were wide open,her mouth agape and her heart not beating at all.'She wiped more tears as she looked up at me.
'I knew I had to bring you back and I knew I'd kill myself If I won't.' I once again hugged her and we stayed like that for awhile. I liked Stacy and now I like her more than I ever did.
'Lets get going. Can't keep the Luna waiting.' and just like that she helped me out of the bed and into a wheelchair. I thought I would walk but that's clearly not an option right now.
Stacy wheeled me out of the hospital building and to my surprise there were so many people and doctors around here and yet I only saw Stacy in a whole month. I just realized we weren't in the packhouse hospital. People kept giving me curious glances as I noticed them and there faces. Its been a long time since I've been in public so I noticed every little thing about them. Their eyes,their posture,their clothes and their faces.
Out of the hospital,she helped me get in a car. 'The packhouse is some miles away.' She'd say while driving but I was too busy looking at the sky,the ground,the grass,and at every tree we passed. My face was glued to the window and I wanted nothing than to get out and stay there forever. There was so much to take in about the world. People should always appreciate the beauty around them. I wonder how they not walk barefoot on the grass,or how they not run with their arms wide open just to feel the wind,how they not lay down and look at the birds flying in the air or how they not spend their time sitting on the bark of an old tree. There's so much they're missing around them,moving like robots and doing what their life requires from them. Do they even notice the things I do?
My thoughts were cut short as we pulled into a driveway. The packhouse before me made my mouth gape open.
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It was beyond beautiful. Wolves always like rough,old,rusty,natural,grassy and trees and the packhouse was all that. It had a scary vibe but the commotion outside told exactly how much the house was crowded and full with wolves of all age. Fancy looking cars were aligned at one side while wolves were surrounding the garden. Some were in human form while other were in wolf form. They all seemed so happy and carefree while they chased after each other. There were many warrior wolves patrolling the mansion from all sides. I didn't miss the way some wolves were licking their mate's face like they are the center of their world. Will I ever get so much love?
