~Isolde's Point Of View~
The screen of Isolde's phone glows in the dim light of her apartment, displaying a caller ID that still makes her heart skip. However, it is no longer out of fear, but out of a heavy, lingering guilt.
"Isolde, please," Heidi's voice comes through the speaker, sounding exhausted yet persistent. "It's been five years. Nash is… he's barely a wolf anymore. He spends every waking hour outside the pack borders, tracking scents that don't exist. He won't let us breathe. He thinks if he finds you, he can somehow fix the sky."
Isolde leans against her kitchen counter, staring at her reflection in the window. She doesn't look like a Bellamy anymore. Her hair is styled in a modern human cut, and she wears a simple graduation cord from the university around her neck. She has her degree. She has a life.
