Caleb’s POV
“My name is Caleb,” I say. “We had introductions before, but you were pretty out of it then. What’s your name?”
“Isabel,” she says.
I shake her hand and resist the urge to kiss it.
“Isabel,” I say.
The name sounds nice coming from my lips. It feels nice and I feel awful for that. Because I have grown way too attached to this woman already.
When I went to where her pack was slaughtered, I sensed death all around me. I was repulsed to be there. My senses are too heightened for that kind of thing. I just wanted to leave.
The problem was, she was there. And I sensed her too. I went to her, knowing something was drawing me to her. And the moment I touched her I knew.
Isabel is my mate. I sensed that right away. She’s the one who’s meant for me. She’s the person I’ve been wa
