Isabella was nibbling on a slice of pizza, her wolf - enhanced senses making her acutely aware of Nathan's every move. Her gaze drifted lightly to Nathan. “You, the young master born with a golden key, eating abalone and bear paws every day—aren’t you enjoying life more than I am? In our werewolf society, your kind flaunts wealth, but is it really that fulfilling?”
Nathan: “...”
“Can you even compare with me?”
Nathan muttered under his breath, his wolf ears twitching slightly in annoyance.
Although his voice was soft, it couldn’t mask the arrogance in his tone, which made Isabella frown in displeasure. Her own wolf instincts were on edge, reacting to his dismissive attitude.
She shot him a sharp glance, her wolf eyes glinting. “Am I missing a heart? Or maybe a single eye? Nathan,
