“Well, you found him. Look after him yourself,” Dominique replied.
“Please! You must help me. I need to find his family, and till then, he has to be hidden from the pack,” Isabella said. Her voice was soft, her beautiful eyes looking at him appealingly.
Dominque didn’t reply. He had no intention of getting involved in this.
“This human pup will grow up without his parents. The way I grew up…” Isabella started to say, but Dominique cut her off with a growl.
“The way I grew up! Because of your father!” he said furiously. Isabella stood there defiantly, not backing down in front of his anger.
“I might have a more lenient attitude towards human, when compared to the rest of the pack, but I have no love for them. Get it out of my sight,” Dominique finally said.
Just then the pup started making cooing noises, and Isabella went to pick it up. She lightly tickled the pup, trying to sooth him, and his laughter filled the cabin. It was a charming sound that pulled on Dominique’s heart strings.
“Do not punish the pup for being a human,” Isabella said, her voice soft. Dominique was silent for a while. The pup was playing with Isabella, busting into occasional laughter. Dominque walked over to it and looked at him properly. He had large green eyes that tinkled at him. The pup raised its arms towards Dominique, giving him a huge toothless smile.
Dominque knew he couldn’t let the little baby suffer. Despite his aversion to humans, he knew he had to help the little one and protect him no matter what.
“I will locate his parents. We will return the child to them directly. The child stays with you till then,” Dominque said, starting to take of his shirt. He needed to change into something decent and see if he could get a meeting with the town’s mayor.
He turned around and found Isabella staring at his bare chest and abs, a dazed look in her eyes. Dominque had always been susceptible to flattery and couldn’t help but flex his muscles. He saw her catch a breath and then pull herself together.
“Why does he have to stay with me? He is hungry. We need to give it food. What does it even eat?” Isabella asked, her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink as she averted her eyes.
“He stays with you because your cabin is furthest from everyone else’s. The pack will be able to smell him if stays here. Also, you found him. You look after him,” Dominque responded, putting another shirt on. “As for what it eats, how am I to know? What do wolf pups eat?”
“Wolf pups are fed milk from the cow and meat when they grow teeth. They usually have teeth when they are as big as this one. It must be five months at least,” Isabella replied.
Dominique shrugged in response and started to walk towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Isabella asked frowning.
“I am going to see if the mayor will meet me. Keep him hidden Isabella, otherwise I will not be held responsible for what happens to it,” Dominique said and then left, leaving Isabella alone.
Chapter 4
Isabella
Isabella sighed to herself, picking up the pup in her arms. That had gone as well as it could have. He hadn’t thrown her out and had agreed to help. What more could she have asked for? She cradled the baby and quickly made way to her cabin. The pack was just starting to wake up. Thankfully, people avoided her, so she successfully managed to make her way home.
Then, arose another problem. He started to cry, and soon enough some Wolf would hear him. Isabella shushed it, rocking it side to side, as she tried to think of what to feed it. She finally gathered a few berries from the bushes outside and made them into a paste. Thankfully, the pup seemed to like it and after being fed, dozed off to sleep.
Isabella knew she had hide it, just in case anyone suspected anything and decided to search her cabin. Isabella had inherited the cabin from her father, and it had a trap door, well hidden. It led to a small basement below, and Isabella gathered some old clothes, making a rough bed for the baby. She gathered more berries, making them into a puree and storing it in the cool pantry. She gently placed the pup inside; the ventilation would not be a problem as her father had made it for the purposes of hiding.
The pup slept a few hours before it woke up again, crying with hunger. This time Isabella fed it some cow’s milk, before coaxing it back to sleep. It was night before Dominique knocked on her door. He entered, looking reserved.
“Well? How goes the search?” Isabella asked.
“I sent an official request to speak with the mayor. It was rejected,” Dominique replied frowning. “Where is the pup? I do not see it.”
Isabella raised the trap door, leading him down into the basement. The pup was sound asleep, having just been fed a while ago.
“A hidden basement? Makes sense. After all, this is a traitor’s home,” Dominque said, a snarl in his voice.
Isabella felt emotions boiling in her heart, but she quelled them. “It was to hide me. I was born ill and sick. The sickness deformed me, and he was afraid that I would be deemed evil and killed by the pack. He hid me here, as he looked for a cure,” she said, her voice quiet.
“I am sorry. I did not know,” Dominque replied, his voice tender.
“No matter. He found a cure and now I stand here. Alive, well and bearable to look at,” Isabella said, not wanting any of his pity.
