Isabelle’s POV
I've been driving around for hours, and now it's dark outside. It's been five minutes since I pulled up to the hotel Alistair sent me the address for, and I still haven't gone in.
I didn’t even know hotels for the supernatural existed.
Werewolves walked in and out like it was nothing—like this was just another ordinary night.
I turned off my phone, slipped it into my bag, and finally forced myself out of the car. My heels clicked against the pavement as I entered the building. At the front desk, I told the receptionist who I was here to see. She checked my credentials, smiled like this wasn’t strange at all, and sent me up.
I was shaking as the elevator climbed, every second dragging like it knew what was waiting on the other side.
I shouldn’t be here. But this was the
