Isla shouted at Felix to stay away from her, her sharp movements ultimately causing the IV to slip from her arm. Tears stung her eyes from the sudden pain that she felt in her wrists from where it slipped. Isla's green eyes darted around the room, desperately looking for something she could grab. The nearest thing to her was the pillow she was laying on, and she quickly grabbed it, holding it up as if she would hit him.

Isla had been through a lot, from her entire pack being slaughtered, to being captured and tortured beyond measure.

Isla was from the Moon Pack that lived deep in the mountains, secluded from the rest of the packs. Rumors said that her pack was gifted with special abilities that the moon goddess herself had given them, resulting in the witches of Shadow Pack slaughtering everyone she knew to gain their magic. Isla was the daughter of the alphas there, her magic seeming to run a bit deeper than the rest, so she was taken and held prisoner.

"W-where am I? Who are you? What are these things on me?!" She demanded, her voice trembling in fear. Her entire body seemed to vibrate from terror. Isla's pack wasn't familiar with the outside world, as they didn't interact with humans. They spent most of their time as wolves inside the snowy mountains— a lifestyle that Felix would find foreign.

At first, Felix was confused, and taken aback. He stood back and squared, prepared for the girl to hit him or charge him at any moment.

"Have you never been in a hospital before?" He asked, exasperated, and concerned. Then, shaking his head, watching her yell and prepare to defend herself, he spoke more confidently, "This is a healing place! Those in your wrists are to give your body water. It needs it!"

Isla had exhausted herself from panicking and standing up for far too long. Her knees weakened and darkness shrouded the corners of her eyes before she stumbled forward, her hands catching on to the hospital bed. Isla was too busy being engulfed in fear that she didn't feel the pull towards the man standing ahead of her.

As she stumbled, Felix quickly raced over to stand with her bedside, holding a soft grip on her arm to keep her from falling as she became dazed. He was shocked and concerned, confused... This woman challenged everything he knew about the world.

He couldn't tell what all had happened to her, but he knew without a doubt that she was terribly afraid and needed more time to rest. Felix didn't think he could coax her back into the hospital bed, but he'd hoped he could calm her down enough to keep her from hurting herself and others. She had quite the personality, and quite the defiance. Already, he could tell that he liked her— he admired and respected her spirit, and he knew she had fought hard to stay alive. Then again, in a way, he pitied her, thinking of all of the possibilities of what could have possibly gone so wrong in her life to lead her here and to make her so frightened and ill. And yet, whatever it was, she persevered, and that he admired.

He didn't want to touch her without permission, and as she gained balance, he quickly pulled his hands away and backed up again at a safe distance. Once again, he tried to calm her, quieter this time, "I'm sorry! We're not going to hurt you. This place is for healing! We're trying to help you." He spoke quickly as he did. He knew it would be any moment before the nurse would burst in, hearing the ruckus, and he only hoped it didn't make things worse or frighten her further.

It took Isla several minutes to compose herself, and to get herself together. Now that she wasn't yelling, she realized just how bad her head was pounding. It throbbed, her eyesight blurry. Her breathing had elevated and she was beginning to panic. She couldn't focus and everything was so, so bright. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, her white hair sticking to her face ever so slightly. The girl was on the verge of passing out, and yet, on the outside she didn't show her weakness.

Isla looked at Felix's broad form, his dark eyes and his dark, moppy hair. She watched him with her bright green eyes, trying to process what it is he was saying, but nothing he said was making any sense to her at all. She was utterly confused and disoriented. Back home, they didn't have healing rooms or things poking her. She was truly confused as she tried to understand what he meant.

"No, we use tonics and magic ...and not this." She told him with wide eyes.

"Magic and tonics...?" Felix questioned it quietly, almost to himself. He'd heard of witches residing in the mountains up south— even mixing with the wolf packs— but he'd always amounted it to rumours. He made a silent mental note to ask his father about this later. His father, being the Lucille Pack's alpha, knew a lot more about the nearby population than Felix did. If anything, Felix knew little to nothing about the neighboring packs— with the exception of their neighbours, the Shadow Pack. The Shadow pack were infamous manipulators, but nothing could be done.

Felix didn't particularly care for his 'destiny' or to be the next Alpha; it was more or less thrust upon him. But as any good citizen, he knew he would have to rise to the occasion whenever it was presented to him. He hoped it would be a long time yet before his father stepped down. He just needed more time...

Isla had slightly calmed down due to her being exhausted, but she still didn't trust the man in front of her. Her wolf could sense he was also a wolf, but her experience with packs left her broken and suspicious of anyone.

"I-I can't stay here! I must go.." her voice trembled at the thought of the people who had captured her, tortured her. Tears began to stream down her face, remembering everyone they killed in front of her. Her family, her friends. The sight was forever seared into her memory, and she couldn't rid herself of it, of the grief, of the horror, and the torture for years that followed. "They will find me..I-i can't go back." It was evident Isla was absolutely terrified of whoever she was talking about, her body practically vibrating in fear of them.

Felix thought for a while, the gears in his head cranking. Then, seeing the girl in front of him, his dark eyes focused once again. She was terrified— although maybe not of him, but of someone she was running from. Felix relaxed the tension in his body, showing flat, empty hands to try and make the girl feel even a little safer.

Then, he gestured to the bed, "Why don't you rest? You'll die or pass out if you run off right now, and then whoever it is you're afraid of will really be able to catch up to you." He pleaded, tenderly, "Please, let us nurse you back to a good health. Then, you can leave if you wish, or you can stay if you wish. But you'll be more likely to protect yourself if you're strong and healthy."

Still, even as he remained calm, Felix couldn't help but bristle at the thought of someone doing something so terrible to this innocent woman. The anger, although he fought to keep it away, pulsed through him like hot water, and he could only think, what kind of a monster would do this to another person?

His mind kept going back to the Shadow Pack. He felt for sure, even now, even without any proof, and even before he knew what had ever happened to this poor girl; he felt in some way they were involved, and he knew that that night, he would ask his father about that, as well. That is, if he got the chance to— with someone chasing after this girl, he was hesitant to ever leave her side. He wanted to be there... just in case.