Isabella heard distant growls, low and menacing, making her frown. Footsteps approached—too many to be just one or two. Her wolf tensed, sensing danger. Panic surged as she realized she was deep in the dense forest. Had she crossed the pack’s borders without noticing?
“That b***h!” She cursed under her breath. Maya had tricked her, leading her straight into danger. Isabella’s fury ignited, raw and scorching, coiling through her veins.
Biting her lip, she tried to figure out which way would lead back to the Blood Moon Pack’s territory. Hoping to find a safe path, she hurried in a direction away from the footsteps.
But suddenly, a wolf leapt out from the shadows, blocking her path. She stumbled, caught off guard by her own speed, and tumbled hard onto her back. The creature’s deadly eyes
