ISAIAH
Hunter and the warlock George held me back as I tried to take control of Devon. To him, Alaia did no wrong. She was his mate and had no faults. On the other hand, I had an inkling that something was off with her, but I couldn't blame her without proof. If we were wrong, it would only create friction in our strained relationship. That thought alone made Devon come out in full force.
"How dare you blame her when she helped you rescue your witch, your mate," Devon snapped at Zack while pushing Hunter and George away.
"Watch it, young Alpha," Zack growled back.
Isabella and James stood between us as we glared down at each other. So now there were two angry Alphas in close quarters. That is never a good sign. Isabella looked at me, pleading with her eyes.
"Devon, Isaiah, please.
