Isobel
“Moonlight, please listen to the secrets in my heart?
I am a man on a journey, just trying to find my part.
Whisper to the stars, let them carry my plea.
For love and acceptance to come and set me free.”
A smile formed in my lips I listened to my favorite DJ and singer, Midnight Wolf. The soothing melody of his voice filled my room, casting a comforting spell on the bitterness of the day. Whenever I'm feeling down or having an awful day, the only safe place I want to be is nothing other than my radio, drowning myself in the voice of my favorite werewolf idol.
Midnight Wolf wasn't just a singer; he was my anchor, my guiding light through the rough seas of my unfortunate existence. Listening to his voice was my sanctuary, a refuge where I could escape the harsh realities that often weighed me down. His lyrics spoke to the hidden corners of my heart, resonating with the struggles and yearnings I dared not share with the world.
As the final notes faded away, so did the troubles of the day.
"That’s all for tonight, folks. I’ll talk to you all again tomorrow. This has been your Midnight Wolf, Adios!" His farewell marked the end of another musical journey, leaving me in a state of bittersweet longing.
“Adios, my Midnight Wolf,” I whispered, grateful for another trip to dreamland with his music. I turned off the radio, held my cheeks, dropped my body on the bed, and swayed my little feet from the edge of the bed. The daydreams of Midnight Wolf singing in front of me produced many butterflies flying around my tummy. The sparkles and sunshine he produced were enough to knock me down on my bed.
I got up and dashed towards my desk. Midnight Wolf’s face remained a mystery, making me one of those who tried to imagine what he looked like. I quickly grabbed the worn-out sketchpad and flipped its pages. Several sketches of a guy holding a guitar with different appearances were inside. There was a sketch where the guy looked muscular and handsome. The other sketch looked like a nerdy guy with a cute face. And another one with a bad look but has gentle eyes while the rest were unfinished sketches. I hugged the sketchpad and smiled, hoped that one day, I would get a chance to meet him in person.
“Your voice always saves me. And for that, I will always be grateful. Thank you, my Midnight Wolf.”
I began writing my name and his, while drawing a tiny heart in between. “Isobel Reeves loves Midnight Wolf.” The Sound I made when I said it aloud was enough to make my heart flutter, a feeling that couldn’t be explained. This was one of those moments in life that I wanted to relive over and over again, healing the wounds of my challenging life.
I was born as a half-breed, a living reminder of the forbidden mate bond between a wolf and a human. My father, the Alpha of a pack called Sunflower, went against the rules of our world for the love of his fated mate. Leaving his title and his old life behind, he chose a life in the human world to be with his mate, hoping for happiness and peace he desperately craved.
In the beginning, the human world offered us comfort. However, fate, with its unkind twists, had other plans for us. When I was just two years old, tragedy struck. My father, the Alpha who had sacrificed everything in the name of love, experienced betrayal from supposed human friends who sold his real dentity to some hunters that resulted to his untimely death. Although my mother and I managed to survive that fateful night, we were left to confront the harsh reality of trying to survive alone in this cruel world.
Driven by desperation, my mother returned to Sunflower Pack, seeking help from the very beings who harbored an intense dislike for her. Out of respect for my father, my dad’s sister, Aunt Lydia, reluctantly accepted us, but this acceptance came with a significant cost. As a human and a half-breed in the den of werewolves, we were relegated to the lowest rungs of the pack hierarchy, forced to live as omegas in exchange for a roof over our heads and some food on our plates.
As I clung to the idealized image of my idol, a commotion outside caught my attention. Without hesitation, I hurried to see what was happening, my heart racing with worry. There, I found my mother sitting on the ground, facing the wrath of my furious Aunt Lydia. A simple accident had led to water spilling on Aunt Lydia's dress, and the consequences for this minor mistake were severe.
“Why can’t you do a simple task? Are humans that dumb?” Aunt Lydia's words were filled with disgust, her anger evident. In her rage, she raised her hands, ready to hit my mother once more. This was something I could no longer stand idly by.
“That’s enough, Aunt Lydia,” I said, stepping forward with a determination fueled by my desire to defend my mother.
Aunt Lydia wore a sinister smile, with a cruel satisfaction written all over her face. “Well, well, well. So, the despicable hybrid has now learned to disrespect the hand that feeds her. What an ungrateful good-for-nothing cunt!”
The continuous battle for acceptance and survival in a place that deemed us inferior was a challenge my mother and I confronted daily.
“I own you and your trash of a mother! Remember that! As long as you’re here, you have no rights over your lives. If you don’t like my ways, you are more than welcome to leave.”
She seemed to enjoy watching us suffer, displaying heartless cruelty. Aunt Lydia's hostility began when my father chose my mother over everything. Her hatred intensified when my Dad was killed in the human world, blaming my mother for losing the only family she had left.
Aunt Lydia turned to my mother once again, finding another excuse to humiliate and hit her.
“This is all your fault, Nancy! You bring nothing but trouble to this family. I hate you, you filthy human! I fucking hate you!”
Aunt Lydia raised her hand, slapping my mother like a madwoman. I could no longer stand by, prompting me to react in a way any daughter who loves her mother would.
“Let her go, Aunt Lydia! You've hurt her enough!”
I pushed Aunt Lydia away, unable to control the anger surging through me. Her eyes changed to golden yellow, indicating the extreme emotion raging within her.
“How dare you fight back, you filthy human! You don’t even belong in this world!! My husband was the only reason why you’re still here. Know your place, you damn humans!”
"Please forgive my daughter's actions. She was too young to control her emotions," my mother pleaded, caressing the foot of my monstrous aunt with her trembling hands. My heart broke, and a lone tear escaped from my eyes. Seeing my mother being disgraced like this was a tough scene to watch.
Lydia, enjoying watching my mother plead like a dog, summoned the omega leader.
“Make sure these humans will be punished. Double their workload for the rest of the week. As for my disgusting sister-in-law, make sure that you will deny her food for two days.”
“What? Why are you punishing my mother? She is innocent! I was the one who opposed you. It is I whom you should punish and not her!”
But Aunt Lydia smirked, “This is exactly how I want to punish you. Every time you dare to disrespect me, the weight will fall on Nancy.”
I couldn't bear the unfairness any longer, and we both watched as Aunt Lydia walked away with a sinister laugh. I rushed to pick up my mother, brought her to our tiny quarters, and helped put some antiseptic cream on her skin.
"I can't endure this anymore," I admitted, holding my mother close. The bruises on her arms mirrored the wounds inflicted on our dignity. “Nothing matters to me aside from you, Mom. Let’s leave this miserable place and go back to the human world. I don’t care about anything else as long as we’re out of here and you’re safe.”
Mom hugged me in return, gently tapped my back, and whispered.
“This won’t last forever, Isobel. In a week, you will attend Silverwolf University. I have endured everything these past few years because of this opportunity, something I couldn’t provide if we were in the human world. So, treat this as a lifetime opportunity to change your future. Soon, our tears and hard work will pay off.”
I held my mother even tighter, realizing how much she had sacrificed. Uncle Jerry, Aunt Lydia’s husband, assured me that he would send me to college, something my mother was afraid to lose if she were to oppose my aunt. So, she was forced to endure mistreatment from Aunt Lydia, hoping for the day I would graduate from college and find the courage to leave this pack.
I made a solemn promise to my mother that I would earn the diploma to free us from oppression. My goal was to graduate from Silverwolf and return to the human world for better opportunities. College was our way out, a ticket to a future where we could live freely.
I was determined to do everything necessary to graduate and give my mother the life she truly deserved.
Ryle"That's all for tonight, everyone. I will speak with you all again tomorrow. This is your Midnight Wolf,signing out for tonight!" I set aside my headset, stealing a glance at my manager through the glass pane. Spotting his approving thumbs-up, a sense of satisfaction washed over me as I exited the recording studio."Great job, Midnight Wolf!" he grinned, and I reciprocated with a high five. Surprisingly, despite the extended hours in the studio, I felt invigorated. The prolonged workday hadn't left me fatigued; instead, I could see myself thriving in this role indefinitely.My spirit wolf, Koa, teased me in my mind. "While other Alphas crave blood for energy, here you are, getting thrilled about music. You're truly a unique Alpha in the making.""Give it a rest, Koa. You're making me blush." Both of us shared a chuckle at Koa's good-natured ribbing. Our banter was abruptly halted by a knock on the door. The manager swung it open, unveiling a man on the other side. It was none ot
IsobelIsobel“I am so sorry, Isobel, but I cannot accompany you to your new school today. I have so many things to do.”I nodded quietly, expressing understanding. I felt sympathy for my mother as she apologized for her inability to join me. It was evident that Aunt Lydia was the reason behind it. She knew how much my mother looked forward to this day, which was why she did everything to prevent her from going. And yet, complaining wouldn't help our situation, a reality both my mother and I were compelled to accept. Defying her might only make things worse for us. It pained my heart to see my mother mistreated by my evil aunt, but I was determined to reach my goal to take her out of this miserable life."Wait until the summer break. Time will pass quickly. I'll be home and help you. I'll be a good student, no, I will be a great student you'll be proud of. I loved you, Mom," I reassured her. Mom got teary-eyed and hugged me tightly. It was the first time we were apart, and I could se
IsobelIt was the first day of school.I woke up early, ensuring that I left earlier than my sorority sisters to avoid any unnecessary confrontation. Unexpectedly, Crisha was up as early as me. Her kind-hearted nature compelled her to offer me a tour around the university. Crisha was in her third year and knew the ins and outs of every corridor within the campus grounds, making her a great companion on my first day at Silver-U.We walked around the school, trying to absorb every detail Crisha was discussing. I even jotted down some important notes in my journal, making me look nerdier than usual."Make sure to remember every corner. This university is big enough to get lost. If you lose your way and get late, it means trouble. I heard that they are really strict here when it comes to tardiness."“Gotcha,” I said, nodding my head in understanding. Scanning around, I could see how prestigious and exclusive Silver-U looked. The buildings were big and impressive, with beautiful lawns and
Ryle"If there was one thing I detested, it was she-wolves confessing their feelings to anyone they pleased. I staunchly adhered to the belief that she-wolves should only be pursued by their destined mates. I upheld the traditional 'old love' values of wolves. Consequently, every time a she-wolf confessed her feelings to me, I felt repulsed and offended. I harbored a strong aversion to any romantic advances apart from those from my fated mate, whom I had yet to encounter until now.Situations like what the woman in front of me did weren't new to me. And just like the other confessions before, I turned them down in the most ruthless way possible, discouraging them from continuing their affection for me. Just like what I did with the others, I tore their letters to shreds without an ounce of remorse. In fact, they should have thanked me because I was sparing them from experiencing more heartbreak if they opted to continue, as I knew they wouldn't stand any chance of winning my heart or
Isobel“You have no right to hurt Ryle. How could you insult and disrespect him like that? From now on, you are no friend of mine. You are nothing but a rabid she-wolf without manners.”I was taken aback by Crisha's sudden action, my hand on my cheek where her slap had landed. The force of it was unexpected, leaving me bewildered by her betrayal. I looked into her eyes, hoping to find some remorse, but I was shocked to see nothing. Doubts started to fill my mind, questioning if everything she had shown me in our friendship was genuine. How could she easily turn away from me? The whole situation felt unreal, beyond what I could have expected. It left me speechless.Ryle and his friends cheered from behind, finding entertainment in the unfolding drama. Ryle appeared to be equally surprised by Crisha's actions, though I wasn’t sure whether it was genuine surprise or not. But I could sense the satisfaction building inside him, knowing that he succeeded in his plan to inflict hurt on me.M
IsobelLorrie exchanged glances between me and our sorority sisters. I took a deep breath, prepared to hear their perceived versions of the earlier events.The girl behind Lucy spoke, "Ryle doesn't deserve to be slapped like that. Bullying is against the rules. This impolite she-wolf acted barbaric earlier. She doesn't deserve to be part of our sorority. She was probably out of her mind to target a kind guy like Ryle."“Isobel slapped Ryle Vanderberg? But why?” Lorrie asked, still confused.But Lucy was no longer interested in letting me defend myself. Instead, she explained the reason why they were tossing my things out. "As you all heard and saw, this ginger bullied our mighty Ryle Vanderberg. If the school finds out that she belongs to Ep-El, our sorority is at risk of going down. I am sure the owner, Ryle's father, wouldn't let this slide. We will not let our sorority suffer for Isobel Reeve’s stupid action.”With that, the rest of the girls agreed, plastering a grin on Lucy’s fa
Isobel I entered the small restaurant and asked about the job. No one was there, and there were no customers eating. It was early in the morning, and even though the place looked a bit old, it was quite nice inside. It was comfortable for eating or studying. It wasn't fancy like other shops near the university, but it was good enough for someone to eat and spend time with friends. I walked up to the counter and looked at the menu. The prices were reasonable, and the food they offered seemed suitable for students. "Hello? Anybody here?" I called out. It had been a few minutes since I entered to ask about the job. Then, a woman who looked around middle-aged came up. I noticed her face light up when she saw me. "Yes? What would you like to order?" she asked. I smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm actually here to ask about the job. I saw the notice outside your door." The woman sighed. "I thought I finally had a customer." She then scanned me from head to toe and continued
IsobelI ignored the photos of myself hanging everywhere and went straight to my locker. But to my surprise, a pile of trash fell on my feet—my locker was filled with trash. Students gathered around me, recording with their phones. Lucy led them, holding her expensive phone and laughing at me."Sorry about that. School is a little dirty, so we decided to clean it. As you know, as one of the student leaders here, I must set a good example for our fellow students," Lucy said, trying to cover up their cruel actions. She then addressed everyone. "Luckily, Isobel Reeve is here to help us."Another girl behind Lucy added, "Don't worry, Lucy, we just put THE TRASH in the right place."Lucy laughed. "You’re right. It's actually a family reunion. Because Isobel here is also trash."Thea, who was also there, added more insults. "She deserves to be on the streets. Where trash belongs."Just then, the garbage juice dropped on my feet.“Ewww! Gross!” they all exclaimed, disgusted by the slimy liqu