Her mother sighed and took a step closer, lowering her voice as if she was sharing a secret. "I know you and Naya have your differences. You’ve never truly gotten along, but with Lucian acting the way he is... he might hurt her.” She paused, her gaze hardening. “Well, not him exactly, but his wolf. And we both know how dangerous that can be.”
Isla’s breath hitched, and she clenched her fists at her sides. Why should I care if he does? she thought bitterly. The idea of Lucian losing control and ripping Naya apart didn’t make her flinch. What terrified her more was the thought of Lucian unraveling. If something was truly wrong with him, she needed to know.
Her mother watched her carefully, as if reading her thoughts. “I need your help, Isla.”
Isla blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. Sh
