Whether it was a fear of squandering his "marrow" or a fear of her growing too independent, Nathan’s response was a sharp, final snap. "Isabella will not pursue the life of a professional artist. She must follow the path of the pack—attend the high academy and sit for the examinations."
Unilaterally, without consulting the pup, he severed the ties to her class.
When Isabella arrived at the institution, eager for the hunt of creation, she was told her path had been blocked by Nathan. She returned to the Hill villa in a daze, sitting on the cold stairs and letting a few silent tears fall into the shadows.
She did not howl in protest; after all, she believed she had no right to demand the Alpha’s unconditional devotion. However, the light in her spirit dimmed. The floors she once polished
