32. Draka's POV
My jaw is still slacked, on the ground, and I've still not gotten over the shock of seeing Isabella when she walks into the place. Catwalk, I dare say.
She looks so different, and it's not because I've never seen her out of the pack house, but because of the way she is dressed.
She is sort of a seer and a herbalist for the pack. She dressed in odd manners and her room is like a shrine for a diety.
In the human world, she would be around late thirties in age. She looked older when she was dressed in her old clothes and prayed so much to the goddess.
Now, she looks different. Seeing Isabella in tight jeans and heels, makes her look like she has walked straight out of a modeling magazine.
She walks towards me with her mean eyes glaring at me.
“Isabella? Wh– wha
