Isadora's POV
I was sitting alone in the living room, and all I could hear was my heart beating against my chest. In the absence of Fenris, I couldn't help but feel that sinking feeling in my stomach that comes from sensing existential danger. It was as though the house's structure had been reduced to a mere shell, a lifeless entity with no hint of the warmth it used to radiate. I noted the dancing shades of firelight reflected on the walls, which seemed to mirror my thoughts.
My mind was filled with whitespace and anxiety. Fenris had stormed out of the house in search of Thalassa and his young child after feeling the burden of betrayal, and I, too, felt the pain it brought him.
Despite not being part of Fenris's pack, I was in similar turmoil. I paced the room, trying to shake
