There was never a quiet time in the city. Not in the late hours of the night or the early morning hours. The sounds of honking cars or the annoying noise of the sirens always filled the streets. Isla had been able to adapt to the never ending noise viewing it as the humming of human life. It was a different life from the one she had once lived in the quietness of the forest.
It's been three years since she ran away from the silver moon pack. Three years since she left her past behind and she had tried everything to blend in and avoid drawing attention to herself. She was able to get a job at a small bookstore cafe during the day and a tutoring job during her free time. Those jobs didn't produce much income but it was enough to provide a roof over her and her son's head and food in their belly. The tiny apartment they stayed in was cramped and there was barely enough room to move around but it was warm and comfortable.
