ISABEL'S POV.
The ride back to the pack house was silent, except for the sound of the car engine. I sat in the passenger seat, my hands clenched in my lap. Leo drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting protectively on my knee. Every so often, his thumb would brush against my skin, offering silent comfort.
When we finally arrived, the packhouse was buzzing with activity. Warriors patrolled the grounds, their expressions tense and alert. The sight of so many people on high alert only served to heighten my anxiety instead of the feeling of safety that they were meant to give.
Leo helped me out of the car, keeping me close to his side as we entered the house. He led me to his office, shutting the door behind us.
“Sit,” he said, guiding me to a chair. He crouched in front of me
