ISABEL'S POV.
The room fell silent again, except for the faint rustle of the curtains swaying to the non-existent breeze. My palms felt clammy, and I clenched them into fists to stop their trembling as I swallowed visibly. My heart raced as I stared at the tiles on the floor, waiting for Elethria to respond. I didn't know why she decided to show herself this way now. I didn't know why she would even chose me to show herself to out of everyone else in this pack. I wasn't even originally a part of this pack. Until a few weeks ago, I was just a pack slave, nothing else. So why? Why did it have to be me?
The air grew colder, and I felt an odd feeling settle over the room. It felt as though the very walls were coming alive. Everything felt strange and different, like it wasn't the same room I
