ISABELLA’S POV
The Porsche’s engine hummed, its vibrations steady beneath me, but my heart raced, my fingers gripping the edge of the seat. I sat rigid, my sprained wrist throbbing in its wrap, my eyes darting to Caleb as he drove, his hands casual on the wheel, his leather jacket creaking. Sebastian’s warning echoed in my skull—“Stay the hell away from Caleb Reed.”
Why? My mind spun, trying to piece it together. In history class, Sebastian had called him by name, his voice sharp, like they’d known each other forever. Caleb’s smirk had matched it, a silent challenge. Did they have history? Was it… werewolf-related? I shivered, my breath shallow. I’d heard stories—whispers in Novella about werewolves, monsters who killed humans, who hunted without mercy.
My parents, my teachers, everyo
