The Dainty Wolf

“I wasn’t dead!” She finally let out in a panic but low enough that no one else around them paid attention.” Izyk why would I lie to you? You were my everything I wouldn’t lie to you about this .” She poured out her lip and looked at him intently .” I never died I tried to save the kids and I just couldn’t I tried my damnedt to save them but… but I failed.” She looked down holding in tears.

“But he said–” Izyk paused as the realization hit him square in the face. The other wolves, the one who blamed him had been the ones to tell him she was dead but it was a lie. He realized that now as he looked at her with wide eyes as all of this slowly sank in. If she was alive did that mean the children as well? Just wen he was about to ask her next words hit him hard and he felt the loss seep through him and stab him in the chest. There would be time to mourn later, alone as he tended to prefer, but not he had to focus on her and the tears in her eyes. With his hands shaking, he lifted them up to cup her cheeks, brushing a few stray tears that fell away. “It was not your fault. None of this was our fault.”

“iyzk” she rolled her eyes following behind him “you were always stubborn but not this bad “ she crossed her arms walking in front of him and she raised a brow .” it’s me! its Carly ! “ she grabbed onto his shoulders “look its me remember?” she sighed looking at him innocently .”come on “ 

“You were dead,” he said shaking his head but looking at her when he was forced to do so. It looked like her, smelt like her and every memory he had with her came flooding back to him all at once. Oh how Izyk wanted to believe that the woman standing in front of him was really who she said she was. “You were dead and I got blamed for it. I do not know what kind of games this is or who you are but pretending to be my dead wife is cruel.”

Carly was mingling with the rest of the guests she was doing her normal duty of trying to make everyone feel comfortable and welcome not like she did herself but it wasn’t about that ,, she had one thing on her mind and it was making her extremely nervous . she  looked down at the punch bowl and bit her bottom lip shaking her head .”fuck i don’t know what to do either something happens to me and if not it happens  to someone i care about what the hell kind of bs is that?” she whispered to herself before she could sense someone staring at her backside . Carly turned around and she dropped the glass  of wine in her hand .”iyzk…” she whispered and felt her eyes widen .” your… your… “ 

“No,” his voice was gruff as he spoke and he shook his head. It was all disbelief, unable to actually believe what was in front of him. The wolf was never a religious man, always believing in what he could see over what he couldn’t. Yet even with proof in front of him, he couldn’t accept it knowing full well how this city worked, the tricks that it played on its citizens. How was he to know that this wasn’t one of them? “Whatever game this is, no.” Another shake of his head he turned to heard back to his spot by the wall, his target long gone now. 

Carly was walking around the ball in one of her best dresses she even had a tiny tiara on she thought it looked nice, she found the bar and ordered a glass of wine beginning to immediatly down it . the blonde felt someone come up next to her .” oops sorry” she set the glass down onto the countertop “ hello i’m Carly “ she said turning to the person beside her .”pretty messed up event if you ask me” she shrugged “can i get you a drink?” 

Lydia wasn’t sure if she was the one spoken to at first and then quickly collected herself. “Lydia. Nice to meet you,” she returned politely. She debated if she was allowed to drink or not tonight and decided it rude if she declined. “Can I have a gin please? It looks like you’re having fun.”

Carly smiled watching the brunette “ i see im not the only one drinking out of nervousness” she giggled and extended her hand to the girl “ my name is Carly but you can call me Carls “ she walked to the bar ordering herself another wine ,”if you ask me this is a accident waiting to happen “ she smiled

She shook her hand after downing the rest of her drink, knowing she couldn’t argue with her on her logic. She was nervous and drinking was probably the solution to that. “Calla,” she replied with a smile, “are you new here?” she asked, following her, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before”

Izyk never liked suits. Sure he could clean up when he needed to and would wear one when the time required of him, but that didn’t mean he liked the things. If he had his way he would wear his flannel shirts and jeans all the time. However this Winter Ball was not one of those events that he could show up in his work clothes. Already uncomfortable, he leaned against the wall and kept his eyes focused on the punch bowl across the room. All he had to do was leave a permanent mark on whoever went over to drink from it and he could be free of this curse that was set upon him. He could shift again as well as keep his hands from shaking like they were. The nerve damage from the fire was only made worse with the curse on him, where he couldn’t even keep them steady to do the woodworkings in his carpentry shop. 

There was someone moving closer to the punch bowl and Izyk took a step forward when a flash of blonde came out of the corner of his eye. Normally that wouldn’t phase him but something about it caused him to pause and turn his head to focus on what he saw. What he saw was a ghost. Freezing in the middle of his tracks he just stared at the woman in disbelief purely convinced that the image of his dead wife was the affects of whatever was fucking with them that night.