The Girl and The Fox
Chapter 20

Crystal stared wide eyed at her daughters body, sprawled across the floor, once filled with bubbles and life.

'We must get her to the pack house,' Isabella's mother stated, the two girls still looking at their friend on the floor.

'You heard your Alpha, let's go!' Lizzie screamed, not caring if their enemies heard her. Seeing her friends not moving, she gave them an intense stare, and they finally snapped out of their daze.

'You get her home, I'll be there in a minute,' Crystal told them, waiting for the girls to leave before carrying on their conversation.

Tizzie and Linda carried Isabella, Lizzie leading the way. They went back the way they came from, walking through the endless woods the Alpha's daughters grew up in, and now knew so well.

Isabella to stirred ever so slightly, a tingling sensation overcoming her. It felt as if she was seeing memories that weren't her own, but she also felt she knew this boy in some way. She was seeing everything out of his eyes, but couldn't control a thing. There was one thing she knew, though. Stacy was his mother, and that, even though he was a wolf, made him a brutal enemy. The last thing she heard was a woman called Meeka saying, 'We leave tomorrow.' If this wasn't enough reason to wake up, then I don't know what would be.

The black haired hybrid opened her eyes slowly, the light being so bright. She wriggled around, not sure where she was or what the person carrying her was doing. Suddenly, they stopped and she could hear a familiar voice. She just couldn't make out what she was saying. She felt as if her ears had stopped working, and all she could hear was a loud, high pitched squeaking sound. She wished she had learnt to lip read like Lizzie had, but her sister was usually around so she could do it for her. It used to come in handy when they didn't want to hear the screaming of their parents, so they put ear plugs in, but they wanted to know what they were saying, or rather, screaming.

The teenager blinked a few times, and finally looked around, taking in her surroundings. They were by the lake that her and her sister used to play around so often. It was basically just by the house. Isabella tried to move again, but felt as heavy as twenty bags of flour. She felt immobilized.

The young girl's friends started walking again, one carrying her by the arms and the other by the legs. Lizzie, just about to knock on their door, found it slightly open as if someone had been in. Cautious now, she crept in, followed by her best friends, and found an angry looking Beta, with a leg on top of her dear sister.

Isabella felt rage boiling up inside of her, a kettle about to explode, jumped out of her astonished friends' arms and turned into a wolf, ripping Natasha from the defenseless fox. A growl erupted from the Beta's throat, threatening to transform. Before the second in command could do so, however, Isabella transformed back into her human form.

'I don't think your mother would be proud of her daughter helping and saving the enemy, would she?' the blue haired lady asked intimidatingly.

Isabella retorted, 'I don't think my mother, your Alpha, would be very happy that you were crushing her eldest daughter. Do you?' Receiving a blank expression and no answer, the girl was content enough. She looked around at all the wolves now circling her and gave them a pointed stare, showing them to transform back.

Natasha stared at Scarlett with a confused look on her face, not sure what to say. Before she could properly think it out, she blurted, 'You have a sister who is a fox?' All Isabella did was laugh and turn into a fox, receiving gasps of horror from her pack, then after a few seconds turn into a wolf. Soon she changed back, thinking that they would now understand.

'Oh, and by the way,' the raven haired girl started, 'who's Meeka?'

Crystal's gaze stayed with the girls until they had completely gone out of sight. She turned back to the hunter with a worried look on her face.

'So are you with us?'

Nicolas hesitated, thinking out his decision. 'Yes.'

Crystal's eyes lit up, and she dragged her new ally along through the woods, past her house and she didn't stop until they were in front of the green house. Now it was the leader's turn to hesitate, not wanting to see one of her best friends in that state again.

'I really hope you are good at healing, or I have brought you here for nothing,' she finally said, shattering the silence. There was literally no sound, as if all the animals and wind were mourning for their ill friend.

Crystal and Nicolas went inside, slower than a snail, and the hunter saw the mess of a human, which I am not going to describe again. When he saw her, he jolted to a stop. He asked how long she had been like this, and the reply was less than he thought. Only three months. He racked his brain for when he had shot her, and he remembered, but perhaps it would have been better if he hadn't.

The grey haired individual’s eyes widened, a dark green forming in his iris. He had realised what he shot her with. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and took a vile of purple liquid out of his coat pocket and advanced towards the body lying on the bed. Worried, the healer stepped forward, trying to prevent the untrusted murderer from touching her. Crystal layed a hand on her shoulder, signalling for her to relax, but she knew that no one could relax until he had proven himself a trustworthy ally.

He took out the cork of the bottle, opened Deliha’s mouth slightly and poured in the purple fluids. She started gasping with no sound, attempting to take air in, but instead flailing around like a fish on land, not able to absorb oxygen from the water.

‘What’s happening? Did something go wrong?’ Crystal panicked, horrified. She was frozen still, waiting for the answer she wanted to hear.

‘I...it may be too late. Sometimes it doesn’t do anything, meaning they are dead. Other times they do this and die, or, if it hasn’t been too long, they do this and live,’ Nicolas replied, his irises now neon green.

Crystal entered the room with a figure behind her, looking angry. Very angry.

‘What is going on here?’