Wolf Child - HAITUS

Chapter Two: Invasion

Isabella takes her time in the shower, letting her hair hang limp at her thighs, grateful the dark tresses hide her vision. She braces against the wall, feeling the smooth tile under her wrinkled fingers. She doesn't want to leave, even though the water flows chilled and the soap is rough against her skin- she craves for the body wash still to be unpacked. 

Isabella thinks, of her present currently sleeping in her bed. She thinks of the pillows creating a barrier near the child- and she thinks of the possibility of a wolf bombarding her private time by breaking down her door, snapping up the pup and killing her. 

Isabella shivers- goose pimples tackling her skin, not from the cold, but from the image of a large dark wolf growling at her with magma eyes and blood dripping from the mouth. She pictures it growing bigger with every step- and for a reason beyond her comprehension, she imagines she has a magical necklace that protects her.

Isabella frowns, and says to herself once more, "I'm human. There's nothing magical here. Just... fantasy? But wolf is science."

She can't control her thoughts- and soon enough she's imagining a wolf in a black suit dropping on his knees and handing her a ring. She'll say no, and she'll take Eclipse and run far away to a cottage near a waterfall. Then the wolf pack will hunt her down and she'll end up being forced to marry the father of-

A baby screams, and Isabella decides that if a male wolf does shows up at the door with a marriage proposal- she'll drop the child in his arms, and slam the door. He can keep his ring too.

"Coming!" she yells at the infant, and pushes wet feet into old slippers, "Don't mind me- all naked and wet,"

She pauses- and throws away the negative thoughts. She chooses to slip on a towel- cursing the fact it's shorter than her hair- and storms to her living room/bedroom. She wonders if she'll ever use the second floor of the mansion, but decides against it.

Eclipse lies on her stomach- and she has somehow kicked the blanket away. Isabella arches a brow, "Let me guess, you turned over and can't get up?"

For a moment- she wonders how was it, that a newborn delivered last night, could have this much personality. Weren't babies supposed to be a few months old before rolling over? 

She picks up the wiggling thing- and is thanked by a hand grabbing her face. Isabella pulls back, grateful she isn't wearing her glasses. She glares at the child, hyper aware of how slack the towel's becoming. She nearly forgets her hair- until a certain baby tangles her fists inside, and tugs hard enough to twist Isabella to a fall.

She lands on the floor- a bit dizzy and a lot naked. Isabella imagines a male wolf knocking at her door and finding her in this position-

There's a knock at her door.

Isabella whips her head around, eyes so wide it hurts. Even Eclipse quiets, and she leans closer as though she was a little angel. Isabella thinks she's imagined it- but she hears it again, once, twice and then a full double knock- loud and urgent.

Isabella slams her hand against her forehead, "I swear- somebody out there has it out for me."

Eclipse only smiles- cause she's a baby that's why. A baby that somehow knows that this knock on the door could mean the milkman... asking for his payment?

Isabella doesn't know- but she does know that she can't be seen like this. She puts Eclipse back in her  bed-prison with walls of pillows. Thank high school for teaching the woman how to get ready in two minutes flat- and still look presentable. Although, presentable might be debatable.

Her hair is loose, her glasses set on her face. She's wearing an awfully long dress that she swears is blue. Deep down in her guilty mind- she knows it's bleached out from purple. It's better than her slippers, that's for sure, and she wishes she had clothes for the baby.

The knock comes again, softer- but prominent. Isabella throws her mostly-wet hair over her shoulder, and takes a deep breath. She walks to the door, head held high. She weighs her options- possible baby daddy/wolf, evil milkman demanding payment, or her least favorite- dead mother revived and looking for her child.

The shudder racks her body, even as she opens the many locks then cracks open the door.

She's honestly surprised. 

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Author's Note

I know some readers have already read this story, and they know I'm rewriting it. Most of the plot remains the same, so thank you for your patience. This also means you have a glimpse to other chapters that new readers don't- no spoilers please, but it's all your choice!

~Reba Out