"I don’t feel sorry for you one bit."
Isabella wanted to scream in hysterical fury, her werewolf instincts howling for release, but her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to throw a tantrum. Instead, she shot him a cold glance, her werewolf eyes filled with disgust, before turning to stare out the window. In the werewolf hierarchy, showing weakness through a tantrum was not an option for a proud female like her.
Nathan felt a sudden wave of unease. He reached out to tend to the blood - stained puncture on her arm, but Isabella turned away, stubbornly presenting her thin back to him. Her werewolf pride wouldn't let her accept his touch.
Her voice was cold enough to freeze a bull.
"Nathan, stay away from me. You disgust me."
Nathan froze, his hand hovering in mid - air. The atmosphere becam
