The ringtone came from inside Isabella's purse.
Her mind went blank.
She fumbled with the clasp, but before she could silence the phone, a shadow fell over her.
Alpha Killian stood behind her.
His expression was cold enough to make her blood run colder. "Why do you have Eira's phone?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Try again." His voice stayed low, but the Alpha command beneath it hit Isabella like a physical force. Her knees almost gave out.
Tears filled her eyes as she pulled out the phone. "She was drunk. She must've dropped it into my purse."
Alpha Killian took the phone from her.
He did not believe a word. Fear poured off Isabella in waves, and beneath the sharp smell of her perfume, his wolf caught the bitter scent of a lie. "Where is she?"
"She passed
