Chapter 48: Pride and Protection
(Gareth's POV)
The cold night air carried Isabelle's distressed pheromones as she stormed out of Eleanor's pack quarters. Her wolf's shadowed form rippled in partial shift, claws flexing with frustration.
Her scent was an overwhelming mix of rage and humiliation. Every step of hers seemed to pound the earth with bottled fury.
I intercepted her before she could cross the silver gates leading into the pack's forested training grounds. My wolf surged forward, dominance radiating in waves as I blocked her path.
"Going somewhere?" My voice was calm but carried an edge, a clear warning.
Isabelle froze mid-stride, her wolf recognizing the unspoken command in my tone. Her claws retracted slightly, but her body remained tense.
Tears streaked her face,
