Isabella′s POV:
We sat inside the car in complete silence.
Perhaps, silence is an exaggeration since there is still music, and the two wolves sitting in front of us are breathing heavily.
When we reach the airport, they release a breath. One of them climbs out of the car and opens the door. Damien didn’t spare me a glance before leaving. Hastily, I walk behind him, cursing his long limbs. When we enter the airplane, I sat beside Damien.
He rests his elbow; eyes pin towards nothingness. The airplane ride was long, excruciatingly unbearable. The constant raddling, unnerving beeping, and awkward tension. Inhaling a shaky breath, I stood up. “I need to use the restroom,” I inform no one.
Stumbling and tumbling my way into the bathroom, it feels restless. Once I lock the room, I
