Isabella’s POV
The scene changed, now my mother was running through a forest, covered in blood and with a crying baby in her hands. At least I didn’t have to see how she managed to escape, but I would have preferred not to see my brother get killed.
I can’t believe my grandfather did that, and I don’t understand why he did. I mean… it is clear he is not a werewolf, but then what is he?
My mother continued running, but her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. Her face was pale, her body trembling with exhaustion, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Not if she wanted to protect me.
I followed her, my heart pounding as she darted through the trees, her movements frantic and desperate. She was injured, her silver nightgown streaked with blood, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Not if sh
