Chapter 49

But Isabella quickly composed herself, her werewolf instincts kicking in to mask any sign of unease. She nonchalantly changed her shoes, her movements as smooth as a wolf's in the night, before heading upstairs. She walked past Nathan as if he were a mere shadow, not even worthy of her attention. Nathan’s anger surged, his wolf blood boiling. “Isabella, stop!” he growled, his voice echoing through the house, a clear display of his dominance attempt.