(Isabella’s POV)
“Tell me again why we are covered in dust and dirt on all fours in the tiny crawl spaces of the attic, when you could delegate an Omega to do it for you?” my wolf asks with a tone dripping in sarcasm and disdain.
“Because we don’t trust anyone anymore,” I tell her.
I shift my weight and sit with the last box to dig through, just staring at it.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” my wolf chides. “Get on with it so we can get the hell out of here.”
“Are you claustrophobic or something?” I ask her.
“If I say yes, can we go back down to the house?”
“No.”
“Fine.”
I have not been able to stop thinking about meeting Evie. She knows more about everything than she said directly.
I always thought of my relationship with my parents as close. The events of the last three
