Klive Brion POV.
A light knock on my office door jolted me out of my depressive thoughts about everything going on around me. I knew right away who was waiting for my signal to enter the room. Isabella. Her sweet scent, a berry blend, was unmistakable. She was the only wolf in the area who smelled like a blueberry pie.
"Come in," I said loudly, knowing that her hearing was not as good as it should be for a she-wolf. I furrowed my brows as she walked in with a small smile on her lips and a victorious look in her blue eyes.
She was hell-bent on convincing me that Emily and I were still together. She was certain I could win her back. I wished I could believe her, but I couldn't. I was not insane, and I was well aware of what rejection meant to both me and my wolf. The bond had been severed
