Isaiah’s pov
“Isaiah, I need you to meet me in the office immediately.” Jane’s voice rang through my head.
“I will be there in five minutes,” I told her. I turned to my mate as she sat near the fire reading a book. Her normal evening routine as of lately. “Jane needs me in the office. Would you like to come?” I asked her.
She smiled at me, “absolutely.” She stood up and placed her book on the chair. I held my hand out for her and she grabbed it. I led her out of the room and through the dimly lit corridors up to the office. I knocked on the door and walked in.
A fire was roaring in the large fireplace, the smell of fire filled the room as its heat radiated off of it. Jane sat at the desk with a light on and the printer was busy printing something off the computer she was working on
