Isabella's pov
I was tired from all the running. Running from them. I don't know who they are, lurking in the shadows and giving me creeps.
I can't run anymore, I'm panting and sweating heavily. But I have to run. I know I'm close, close to Damien.
I can't remember how I got into this situation, one moment I was putting my shopping bags in the car and the next moment some guys were running behind, chasing me like a prey.
I ignored the pain in my body and ran like I'm on fire. I saw the house; my home.
It boosted my energy and I ran and ran. I opened the door and looked behind me, the men were gone. I sighed in relief and fell on my knees, catching my breath.
When my breathing became normal I went around looking for my mate. The house is so empty, it's never like this. I searched the
