Chapter 11

In a world where werewolves roamed alongside humans, hidden in the shadows of the ordinary, Isabella found herself at a crossroads. The untamed wolf that had yet to grow into its fangs was now an irresistible, doe - eyed pup in the form of Theodore. His presence was both a comfort and a temptation, but Isabella's thoughts were clouded by the memory of the dark emperor, a peerless figure of earthly beauty who reigned at the pinnacle of the werewolf pyramid, as unattainable as the lofty flower perched on the highest peak. Isabella ultimately backed down. She couldn't afford to take that risk, not in a world where the wrong move could lead to unforeseen consequences. "No need," she said lightly. "For now, I'll stick to what I know best—women's fashion."