Isabelle’s POV
The morning light filtering through the trees felt unreal—almost too bright, too vivid. My eyes snapped open to a world still cast in dreamlike hues.
The soft rustle of leaves, the gentle breeze brushing against my fur... fur. My heart leapt painfully as realization dawned.
I was still a wolf.
Panic gripped me. My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as I scrambled to my paws. The forest stretched endlessly in every direction, unfamiliar yet achingly alive under my heightened senses.
Every sound, every scent, every vibration in the ground beneath my claws sent my mind reeling. The last thing I remembered was running—fast, wild—then darkness.
“Isabelle.”
His voice filtered softly into my mind, smooth and steady. Nathan.
I whipped my head around and spotted him seated
