Help me, Hide me, Hold me, Love me
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"All I want, all I've ever wanted was to be free. To not have to look over my shoulder, waiting for a monster to pop up from the shadows and spirit me away." Isabella laughs, the sound wet and scared. She wipes a tear from her face and looks down at the floor, wrapping her arms around herself.
"We'll help you Isabella. We will." Richard says, frowning at his friend's clear distress.
Isabella looks up at that, her lips twisted in a half-smile. "Thank you Ricky. I appreciate it. This is something I have to do myself. I put it off for so long... and it's followed me here. It's followed me to where my heart is."
Stella sighs and wraps her arms around her friend, holding her tightly. "It's been so long Isabella. How can you love someone you met all of two times?"
Isabella looks at the wolf, shoulders shaking with sobs. "How could I forget the one person who made me feel safe?"
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Isabella Aella has been running from her past for as long as she can remember. She's been running away and running toward something.
Or rather, someone. Her mate, Arsenio Agrona of the Agrona Pack, son to the Alpha.
Knowing she can't be with him, she keeps herself away, vowing to be strong and purge herself of her demons alone.
But nobody can get rid of him alone.
Not without dying themselves.
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