After Sophia arrived with the refreshments, it was time to get to business. “My daughter… Who are these two people?” The man I assume is her grandfather asks. He seems like a rough and haggard leader with kind eyes and years of warm expressions.
The woman, who I assume is Isabella’s mother, smiles and I see the resemblance spring forward. “Papa, this is my daughter, Isabella, and her mate, Liam. They have traveled a great distance to be here, Papa, and we should welcome them with open arms.”
Isabella’s grandfather sighs heavily and starts to eye us both. “Can they be trusted? Should we even trust either of them?”
I am about to say something when Isabella stands and I see the change. Chantico has taken over and the flames in her eyes ignite in pure rage. Their voices blend together as
