I glanced at Isaac. “Despite everything, I am still a Werewolf.” Even if I don’t feel like much of one these days, I thought, but I didn’t say that out loud. “Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to represent my culture a bit. Might even be good for relations.”
Isaac’s eyes lit up. “That’s an excellent idea, Bianca. And if it means we can finally move past all this talk of flowers, I’m all for it.”
For the next hour, Isaac and I worked together, selecting new decorations that matched the new flowers. But there was something… different between us. Despite the fact that he’d held me in his arms just hours ago, there was a strange formality to our interaction now.
Had last night meant anything? Were we just going through the motions for the sake of the baby? Why had he left me alone, locking th
