She examined Isabella with a probing look, her wolf - like eyes trying to sniff out any weakness. "I heard from your sister that you've done well for yourself. Are you now the wife of a rich family? In our werewolf social circles, marrying into wealth can change everything."
Isabella’s heart clenched instinctively, every nerve in her body seemingly pulled tight, as though her blood had frozen, and her vitality was slowly draining away. The presence of her mother, with all the painful memories, was like a curse.
"What brought you here?" she asked, her voice trembling ever so slightly, her werewolf instincts on high alert.
"You haven’t come to see me for such a long time," her mother began, shifting into her usual mode of complaint. "Bella, I have a terminal illness. I don’t have much tim
