Isabella felt her phone buzz and pulled it out, glancing down at the message. Her werewolf - enhanced senses made her aware of the device's vibration instantly.
Her small movement caught the attention of Theo, sitting next to her. He glanced over, noticing the content of the message, and his brows furrowed slightly, his werewolf instincts sensing trouble.
Isabella was so angry she almost wanted to curse. In Nathan’s eyes, she would forever be that uncouth country bumpkin, wouldn’t she? He actually mocked her for not belonging in such a place. In the werewolf - dominated social hierarchy, his dismissal of her was a slap in the face.
She quickly typed a reply, but just as she was about to send it, a long, elegant hand came down and gently pressed her phone. Looking up, she saw Theo subtly
