ISLA
I begged my wolf, who was now in control, to stop. "Please, don't hurt him," I pleaded. "You'll injure Lucian."
My wolf's response was cold and detached. "Shut up," she growled. "I know what I'm doing."
“He’s our mate.”I tried to reason with her, to appeal to whatever humanity was left in her. "Please, shift back into human form," I begged. "Give me my body back."
But my wolf just laughed, a low, menacing sound. "Why would I do that?" she asked. "You're not capable of protecting yourself without me. You're nothing without me, Isla."
I felt a surge of frustration and desperation. I had to get my body back, had to take control. But my wolf was too strong, too powerful.
"You're going to get us killed," I warned her. "Lucian won't let this go. When he recovers he won’t want to come
