POV. Eric Lafallete.
We got in the truck, and I started driving. Sometimes I look at Isabella and I still see her tremble. I take her hand so that the sparks run through it and comfort her.
I'm still totally shocked at what just happened. I'm so angry with Juliette that all I want to do is tear her apart. But I have to hide my anger, because Isabella is a ticking time bomb. I have never seen her like this. She is always calm and collected, the voice of sanity.
Anouk says, “It's her wolf, Eric. Before, she didn’t have one and werewolves are known for being possessive. Did you like that she was jealous?”
I smile at the question, while I answer, “I found it so hot. I would have undressed her right then and there. In fact, I decided not to interfere because I was afraid, they would see my
