"Isabella."
Caught off guard, Isabella barely had time to react before Nathan, a powerful werewolf, had risen to his feet and strode toward her with an imposing werewolf gait. His strong, vice - like grip, enhanced by his werewolf strength, clamped down on her wrist, holding her in place. In the werewolf - human social hierarchy, his action was a display of dominance, but Isabella was no longer the submissive human she once was.
Isabella stared at him coldly, her expression detached as though he were a complete stranger. Her distant gaze stabbed at him like a dagger, challenging the werewolf's sense of authority. In the werewolf - human world, such defiance from a human was rare and unexpected.
"Isabella, why are you in Milan? Didn’t I tell you to stay obediently in the United States?"
