The one speaking was Isabella. Her werewolf - enhanced confidence radiated as she stepped into the room.
She had deliberately dressed up today: her hair styled in big waves, her lips painted in fiery red, and wearing a form - fitting emerald green dress. It was both seductive and charming, her werewolf allure heightened by the outfit.
However, she wore oversized sunglasses that clashed with the elegance of her outfit. In the werewolf world, hiding one's identity was sometimes a strategic move.
But anyone with a keen eye could tell that she clearly didn’t want to reveal her true self.
"Sir, that's the woman you were looking for," the obsequious assistant of Guillermo said, eyes lighting up. His werewolf senses were drawn to Isabella's unique presence.
Guillermo stared at the stunning
