Runaway

twenty eight

hi there! So sorry i've been MIA (yet again) here is chapter twenty eight - unedited or proof read i wanted to get up ASAP, enjoy xx

twenty eight

"Isabelle it's not that simple, we don't know what will trigger your memory, I can't risk losing you." Xavier pleads desperately.

We had spent the past ten minutes sitting on the floor of the training room, since I refused to go anywhere, until someone told me everything.

I turn to Xavier, staring directly at him doing my best not to blink,  "if someone doesn't start telling me everything, you will lose me." My words ring through the silence as Xavier's eyes widen.

"What are you talking about?"

"I am sick of this, all of it. If I don't get the answers I want I will leave. Not just you Xavier, this world. It's clear I know much more about the human world than I do this crazy supernatural one, where no one will give me a straight answer." I stand up finally letting out all my pent up frustration. "Maybe having my memories stolen is a blessing, now I can live a normal life without all of this running. This goddamn running, I'm tired of hiding or being a runaway relying on a string of power hungry Alphas' who can't seem to stop lying to me."

I can feel my anger boiling over, all of my rage and frustration from the events of the past few months has my hands shaking and before I know it my bones start to break. I've only ever shifted three times prior to today, if it weren't for one of them being in front of my whole pack, I would've been declared a human. 

For as long as I can remember – which isn't that far back so I've learnt – I haven't had a wolf. When werewolves first shift their wolf becomes apart of their consciousness, you literally have another voice inside your head, or so I've been told. But after the first time I shifted, I never had a voice in my head.

"Isabelle," Xavier says breathlessly, he's never seen me in my wolf form. Hell, I've never seen me in wolf form.

Slowly, Xavier takes a wary step towards me, somehow in my wolf form I can feel Xavier's powerful presence much more and without even thinking I bow my head, lying down with my head resting on my paws. It's weird being in wolf form when I'm not being chased, I don't really know what to do with myself.

I look up at Xavier, hi.

A small smile spreads over his face, hi Belle. The words ring through my mind, leaving my fur standing on end.

"I guess you really are a werewolf then." I jump at the sound of a new voice, turning my head to see Dexter eyeing me – I'd completely forgotten he was here.

I guess I am. I reply, unsure of what to say. Somehow I managed to shift into my wolf form, with still no sign of my wolf.

"What's your wolf's name?" Xavier asks watching me.

I hesitate for a moment, do I tell the truth?

I can't expect people to tell me the truth if I lie to them. I don't know.

"You don't know?!" Dexter says incredulously.

There's no one else in my head, it's just me. Except now I'm in wolf form. I offer the most simple response, there's no explanation,  I just don't have a wolf conscious.

"That's not possible, werewolves are only able to change if their wolf allows it. There's no way you would be in wolf form right now." Dexter walks up to me and proceeds to tug and and poke at my fur. "Is this a costume?"

"Dexter, we saw her shift in front of us." Xavier says in an exasperated tone.

"She could be using witchcraft."