(Isabella’s POV)
“What the actual f**k just happened?” my wolf asks incredulously in my mind.
Santiago doesn’t go into specifics about what is wrong with Layla. He just turns and runs out of the Ball, leaving me standing there staring at his back as he rushes to her aid.
“I don’t know,” I tell her. “You know everything I do. It's some sort of emergency with Layla.”
“There’s always some sort of emergency with that she-wolf,” she replies. “It's all a put on, and he falls for it hook, line, and sinker every single time.”
“Oh, you’ve noticed that too, have you?” I ask with feigned shock.
“We could fight her?” she asks with a hopeful tone that makes me feel bad I can’t accommodate the request.
I sigh. “No, we can’t. She’s pregnant.”
“Her face isn’t pregnant. We could punch an
