Isabella’s POV
Last night I couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing and turning. I knew Jared was planning something; he was not the kind of man who left things to chance.
Liam had been so calm, so confident, but I knew him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened when he thought I wasn’t looking. He was putting on a brave face for me, for Jensen, for the pack, but I could see the weight of it all pressing down on him.
Finally, after hours of restless turning, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. He needed his rest. He needed to be strong for what was coming. I couldn’t be the reason he wasn’t.
“I’m going to sleep in Jensen’s room,” I whispered, even though he was deep asleep. It felt like I needed to say it out loud.
“He likes it when we sleep t
