Ken's POV

I almost went mad with joy when Isla walked in. She was the last person I ever thought I'd see. Just when I thought all my tears had been used up. I had the only person that was ever worth it in my life back. She was my world before the ugly incident that happened ten months ago, and she still was even in her demise.


It hurt a bit that she had lost her memory, I would have loved to see the genuine joy on her face as she raced towards me and jumped on me like she did in the past, but she stood there still, like it was a place she had never been to or seen.

Her reluctance when I dashed towards her and wrapped her whole body with mine was a little discouraging. We didn't melt into each other like we used to. It was really a dream come true. Every single day that passed by, I thought of her and how it'd be if we ever saw each other again.

How I'd tell her that I'm going to be forever sorry for leaving her side. That it wasn't her fault, and that I blamed myself everyday when I didn't have her. That when I lost her, I lost the biggest piece of me, something I knew I couldn't get in anyone else so I didn't even bother trying. I want to say all these things to her, but she's too busy being bothered by some man who she stayed with. I wanted to gaslight myself into thinking that there was nothing out of the ordinary between them, but that would've been stupid. Asking her was even stupider. That's going to have to be my pill to swallow. At least I have her back now. That's really all that mattered to me.


She still has some personality traits from before. I love it when I'm the only one who could convince her to do stuff. While I was trying to tread carefully at the doctors, I saw that she yearned for me as much as I did her. I'm going to put my best into making her forget who he is and remember me, just me.

I loved how shy she was, how she clung to me on the way back. How she even begged to stay with me. She keeps making me more of the man that I want to be.


'I promise I won't look." I said watching her as she walked to the dressing room to change into her favorite bed clothes. I didn't want to think too much that she wasn't excited about the clothes when I brought it. She looked like she saw any other clothes.

'How do I look?" She asked me when she got done. She was the Isla I remember. Stunningly beautiful, innocent, sweet, lovely and delicate. She had everything I ever wanted.

'Like my wife." I said proudly, holding her face. I did not expect her to flinch, she probably didn't too, but she did. I get that it might take some getting used to, but I'm going to show her that she was mine alone. The sooner we get that man's body out of the way, the faster I think Isla would be able to process it. Told the doctor to take care of it tonight, but he suggested Isla be there, else, she'd go rogue.

I consented, but it's going to be really quick and fast. I don't think I'm ready to see her get mushy about anyone else, but if it's a price to pay, I'll pay it twice.

I didn't let her go like she thought I would, I thought the same too. It would have made things weird. I was tired of being in a weird space with her. I waited ten months for this,and I never even saw it coming.

'Thank you." She said sheepishly.

'You don't have to." I replied to her, stroking her hair. 'We'll get over this. I can't wait to have you all to myself." She was silent, but all her weight was resting on me. She must be really tired.

'Let's sleep." I said, tugging her. 'We have a long and early day tomorrow." I wasn't tired, at all. If anything, I was over excited. Logan was all over the place in my head. We've been by our boring selves all these months. More often than not, I've felt him miss Isla's wolf. We were both partners in grief, up until yesterday.

'I don't want to sleep with you." Something broke in me when she said it. If I was gonna be reasonable, I saw it coming. But some part of me hoped that she'd still want it. 'But I don't want to sleep alone either." Isla continued.

'Then you don't have to." I replied to her. 'Stay with me, please." I begged her.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other in contemplation. Finally, she gave in.

'Thank you." I told her, and I meant it. 'If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just let me know."

She looked at the bed we once shared, like it was some slaughter house. I was hurt, but I can't blame her. If she gave me the chance right now, maybe even as little as hints, I would do to her all that I ever imagined doing to her while she was gone.

Isla carefully perched on one side and straightened it out like she always did. It made me smile. My life was coming back together. The one big chip I lost has now been found.

I was delirious, but if she said she wanted it slow, I'd be patient with her.

'Could you leave the light on?" Isla asked, more like pleaded. I remember she used to like it off, but I get if she wants it on now. She just saw someone she knew die, and that could be a lot. She laid at the extreme and of the bed with her hands folded on her belly and her face turned upwards, expressionless.

'I just want to say I'm happy to have you back." I said to her either ways. 'I missed you, and I couldn't move on, didn't even try to. Please don't leave me again."

I stretched out my hands and unclenched her fist. She was obviously ill at ease, I could not sleep, she too. I held her hand and just gazed at the ceiling, remembering everything I said I was going to tell her if I ever saw her again.

'I promise you, you'll be fine with me." I said. '