Isabella’s P.O.V
I struggled to form a coherent response, my throat dry and constricted with fear.
"I-I'm not a spy," I managed to stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. "I swear, I'm just trying to survive."
His gaze bore into mine, searching for any hint of deception. I held my breath, willing myself to remain composed despite the terror coursing through my veins.
For a tense moment, he said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, to my relief, his claws retracted, and the tension in the air dissipated like smoke in the wind.
“ I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you”, I just want to know who you are to make sure my pack is safe, he said, his voice sounding remorseful.
I nodded, swallowing hard as I tried to steady my trembling hands. "I understand."
“What makes you think o
