Isaac’s POV
I roll over as the light streams through the gap in the curtains that I left last night after sitting rigidly on my bed until one am. The breath in my lungs had finally released as I’d looked out into the blackness, thankful for my werewolf sight to find that all the guards were gone, the claiming was over for another month and again, I hadn’t heard anyone.
I climb out of bed and hurry through my morning routine, dragging on some jeans and a shirt before hurrying out of my room and down the stairs toward the dining room.
I’m just hungry and eager to see if any of my pack found their mates, I tell myself firmly as I step onto the bottom step just as a young she wolf rushes across the hall, the youngest warrior from our pack, Lance, behind her.
‘Baby please’ he calls out desp
