Isabelle's POV
The day of the full moon started off normal enough. Or at least, that’s what I told myself as I sat at the head of the boardroom table, flipping through the quarterly reports with the pretense of calm.
But beneath the surface?
Something was…off.
It had been building for days—a strange, restless energy that left my skin too tight, my nerves on edge. Even the way the lights flickered above made my teeth clench.
Nathan sat at the other end of the table, looking effortlessly composed as always, while I fought the rising heat crawling along my spine.
The meeting was supposed to be simple. Budget projections. Staff realignments. A few proposals for the upcoming gala. I could handle this. I’d handled worse.
But then she spoke.
A woman from the marketing team—Tessa, I think
