[Nikolai]
When the footsteps finally faded into the distance, Isolde pulled back from the kiss, but she didn't let go of my shirt. Her palms were white from how tightly she was gripping the fabric.
"Who was that?" I asked quietly, still keeping myself positioned between her and the corridor, blocking any view of her from passing hospital staff.
My first thought would have been that it was her ex-husband. But I knew what that bastard looked like, and none of those men who’d walked by looked anything like him.
And in a way, I was thankful it hadn’t been him. Because that would mean that she was hiding. That she didn’t want to be seen with me or that she was ashamed of us.
Her breathing was shallow, when she finally mustered the strength to answer. "Someone from my old pack," she whispe
