After speaking, Isabella turned to leave.
Nathan, a powerful werewolf, suddenly stepped forward with his inhuman speed, his iron - like grip, enhanced by his werewolf strength, seizing her wrist tightly. The pain forced a sharp inhale from Isabella. In the werewolf - human world, his display of strength was a reminder of the power imbalance between them.
"Isabella, where are you going? You have to come home with me," Nathan demanded, his voice carrying the authority of a werewolf alpha. In the werewolf - human pack structure, he considered Isabella as part of his territory, and her defiance was unacceptable.
Isabella's cold gaze fell on his hand.
Nathan had never cared for her, not even knowing that her delicate human skin would bruise and bleed with just a little pressure. In the were
