Isabelle’s POV
The tires crunched slowly along the gravel path as we pulled up outside the iron gates of the orphanage, tucked neatly between tall evergreens and a sloping meadow. A large wooden sign curved over the entrance read Stonebrook Children’s Haven in carved letters.
Nathan cut the engine of the black truck and turned slightly in his seat, his profile softened by the golden morning light bleeding through the windshield.
“You ready?” he asked, one hand already reaching for mine.
I nodded, tightening my ponytail with a shaky breath. “I think so.”
He smiled gently, and that one dimple on his left cheek made an appearance. “You’ll love this place. The kids are good people. Real tough little wolves with better manners than most grown alphas I know.”
The gates slowly opened and I
