Focusing all her rage onto the unknown destroyer of her world, Justin, Isabella faced Rowan outside of their small cabin.
They had arrived in the large forest a week before, after days of travelling in Rowan’s car and then on foot, shifting into their wolves. She had been shocked and thrilled when she realised her wolf was pure white, it reminded her of freshly fallen snow. She had caught Rowan’s wolf admiring hers and had felt butterflies in her stomach as he came over and nuzzled her neck, lightly licking her snout before they prepared to follow her father Graham.
Noting her father’s large walnut coloured wolf that had a black patch on it’s front left paw, Isabella assumed she must take after her mother. She couldn’t wait to meet this amazing woman that Graham had told her about and
