Isabelle’s POV
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed sheets. I blinked, adjusting to the brightness before rolling over and stretching with a soft groan.
My body felt... warm. Heavy. But not in a bad way. More like something had shifted—settled inside me overnight.
And then I remembered.
The bite.
I shot up and shoved the blankets aside, eyes wide. My shoulder—where Nathan had bitten me—was smooth. No blood, no puncture marks, no bruising. Just bare skin.
"Oh my God," I whispered to myself, hopping out of bed and practically sprinting to the bathroom.
I flipped on the light and twisted in front of the mirror. My fingers brushed over the spot where the bite had been. Gone. Completely healed.
I gasped and ran out of the bathroom,
