Isabelle’s POV
The world felt like it was tilting.
I paced the length of the guest bedroom, barefoot, every muscle in my body humming like a live wire. The door was shut, the curtains drawn, but I felt everything. Heard everything. Smelled everything. Even the light brush of the wind outside made my skin itch.
Nathan had told me to stay put. Said he’d come back for me after getting the others settled for the full moon. But waiting felt like torture.
I dropped down onto the edge of the bed, my leg bouncing furiously as I tried to catch my breath. I was angry—so angry—but I couldn’t even tell why. The sensation crawled under my skin, coiled deep in my bones, and no matter how many times I told myself to breathe, it wasn’t working.
Then the noise started.
A high-pitched ringing. Soft at
