Fenris' POV
I had to drop my fork on the plate of food, stand up, and respond to the sudden questions Isadora had thrown at me like a log of wood.
"Oh God, not f*****g now! This will drive me round the bend." My voice rang through the dining room as frustration set into me.
Isadora also got up, and her eyes followed my nervous walking around the room.
"Fenris, what's going on?" she asked. She kept her tone even, but her words had an apparent worry.
I came to a halt, inhaled, and turned to her. "What are the exact things you want to know… let me fill you in on everything you need to know about me, the pack, Howling Hills, and Vaela."
She opened her eyes wider, quite evidently torn between the curiosity on her face and the anxiousness that began to set in. "I'm listening,
