Isabella
Walking into McDonald's in the company of a giant doesn't go unnoticed. The ladies immediately lock their eyes on Dane, brushing invisible dust from his suit after the car ride.
The hybrid bodyguard is even bigger than my brother, closing in on seven feet tall. It makes him intimidating enough to scare people with his glare. I feel like a tiny Smurf standing next to him.
The guests at McDonald's aren't paying any attention to me, though, even if I'm wearing bright red clothes. Most guests are werewolves, and the humans working behind the counter are too scared to even look up from their counters.
And with good reason. The Crescent pack arranged human executions for those wearing real wolf fur. It was rather dramatic, and now, every human in this city is afraid of the superna
