Chapter 119
Trista's POV
Looking at his biracial features up close, I realized for the first time that some male wolves could look even more delicate than she-wolves.
Cassian's handsomeness was rugged—a sharp, overt aggression, like a blade held openly in hand.
But Isaiah was different.
His beauty was more androgynous and more dangerous, like a sharp ornament pinned to one's throat—arresting and dazzling up close, yet capable of slicing skin at any moment.
But it wasn't his face that kept me on guard.
It was the sudden shift in the air as he approached.
This wasn't the presence of an ordinary Alpha; it was a disordered aura.
It felt as if his wolf had been deprived of rest and solace for so long that it existed in a state of half-awake frenzy. Once unleashed, his aura fluctuated w
