Authors Note: Hello ya'll. I found my love of writing again. This one is for you!
Disclaimer: I don't know how to spell that word, thank goodness for Microsoft. And I don't own the Wolves of Mercy Falls.
Prom with the Wolves:
Isabel's POV:
Cole and I danced to six songs before taking a break from the humid room. Throughout our dancing, Cole had managed to never let go of my hand once.
"Co—Robert!" I called him over the loud music, "Do you want to get a drink?"
"Yeah." He said nodding at the same time. He held out his arm and walked me to the punch table. When he stopped abruptly, I ran into him but caught a glimpse of what he had stopped for. Noah. He was staring at him then he nodded towards the hallway.
"I'll be back." Cole said kissing my forehead. I watched him walk out of the room and proceeded to follow behind him to hear their conversation.
"Hello Cole." Noah said harshly.
"It's Robert right now. Don't blow my cover." Cole told him.
"Fine. What the hell are you doing? Where the hell have you been?" He asked.
"I went missing for a purpose. I was a mess before I disappeared. I am pulling myself back together."
"Bullshit. You fucking ran and you know it. Don't bullshit me." Noah paused but continued after walking a foot away with his fingers crossed behind his head. "That's not Angie. Where the hell did Victor run off to?" He said pointing to the doorway.
Cole's POV:
My heart dropped at the mention of his name. I didn't care that Angie wasn't in there and Noah had no right to bring her or Isabel into any of this. I stopped and took one breath. I decided it was the time to tell someone the truth and that it would be okay to give Victor's family so peace.
"I'll tell you were Victor is but only if I get something in return." I offered knowing Noah would take it.
"What?" He asked.
"I was never here. You never saw me or where I am now. Nothing. Got it?"
"Yeah. I promise," He said in a sigh. "Tell me now."
"Victor's dead." I said waiting for Noah to register it.
"What the hell do you mean he's 'dead'?" Asked Noah.
"I mean he's dead. He died from a disease when we were lost in the woods. There was nothing I could do. I'm sorry Noah." My head hung in shame as I realized how horrific this news is to him and how much worse it would get if he told Angie. He rubbed the back of his head, looking at the floor and breathed out.
"I can't believe… damn, Victor was a great guy." He paused once more but looked up at me in realization of something. "If he's dead, why the hell did you not come back?"
"No one wants me back. I don't even want to go back. Noah, I was on a path of self-destruction. I was destroying myself." I explained.
"That hasn't seemed to change at all." He shrugged. "But I guess this is goodbye. Take care of yourself, man." And with that Noah walked back into the crowded room to begin to play base again.
"Isabel." I said without turning around to see her. She walked over to me with her high heels in her hand with her purse. She slipped her hand into mine and put her cheek onto my shoulder.
"I'm sorry about Victor." She said.
"It's not your fault. At least his family would know what happened to him." As I relaxed with her.
"It doesn't make it better. Knowing, knowing means it's final." Isabel told me. I felt my palms begin to sweat and my anxiety rise.
"Let's talk somewhere else." I said guiding her outside of the school.
Isabel's POV:
The SGA created a place to eat outside on the lunch patio. They had created rented a pavilion and strung white Chinese lanterns and Christmas lights at the top. There was a bench underneath an arch covered in white roses and dark green vines. We sat down together and I slip off my heels digging my toes into the freshly mowed grass.
"How does it make it worse?" Cole asked worried about me.
"When Jack was missing, my mother still had hope that he had ran away and would come back. But…" She trailed off.
"But?"
"But when he died for real. She cried because she knew he was gone forever. We all did. It was the hardest on my dad though because that was his little boy. His quarterback, hunting buddy and right hand man. Knowing that he was dead for real was worse for me because I had killed him. Which is why I was so messed up and skipped classes and drank and flirted with you. Knowing killed me inside because when I thought he was lost outside in the woods it wasn't my fault that he wasn't home but it's now my fault that he'll never come home." I took the handkerchief out of my breast pocket of my tux and wiped the tears away from her eyes. I let it fall into her hands and wrapped both my arms around her and rocked her.
"Isabel, it's not your fault. You were trying to cure him because you knew that the life he was going to have was much worse than death and you knew that he would be killed by your father without even realizing it. You saved him from being researched and tortured." Just then I heard a snort and a tree limb snap. I looked up from Isabel and saw a grey wolf watching us.
"Cole. Why is it still a wolf? It's late May?" Isabel asked. I stood up and walked toward the woods slowly. The wolf began walking towards me as well and that's when I noticed that there was a little girl walking behind her holding her tail. I froze in complete shock. The wolf had led a lost child through the woods without eating her at all. The little girl was only wearing a long shirt and only then did Isabel put the pieces together. The little girl was a wolf.
Dun Dun Dun! Haha. Kidding.
With Love,
Steph