(Isabella’s POV)
I’ve never been overly fond of math…but, damn, if I see one more f*****g number I might literally break this laptop in half. Fuzzy vision blurs letters and numbers across the screen. My jaw ticks… Coffee. I need caffeine.
I begrudgingly snatch the laptop from my desk and head to the kitchen. After proper caffeination, I decide the next order of business is to change the scenery.
I need to touch dirt. My wolf needs the scent of fresh air.
I sit on the exposed roots of a 200-plus-year-old grandfather tree. The sight of which reminds me why I need access to the human world through Santiago.
My bare feet dig into the dirt. Course texture sifts between my toes. It’s so dry…it’s like nature is dying.
The scent of putrefied and scorched earth has mostly lifted, only sub
