After Isabella woke up in a panicked state, it didn’t take us long to get packed and hit the road towards our next stop on the road. Cielos Rojos was about one hundred and fifty miles away from Cielos Amarillos, give or take a few miles, so it was a bit of a drive, but not by much.
When we finally arrived at Cielos Rojos, the warriors met us at the edge of the territory. “Estamos aquí para ver a Alfa Fernando. Él está esperando nuestra llegada.” [We are here to see Alpha Fernando. He is expecting our arrival.] The warriors nod their heads and allow us to pass through the gates. My men drive to the pack house in silence as Isabella and I stare out the windows. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Isabella sighs. “It is… Too bad I never got the chance to grow up here.”
I sigh and place a gentle
