POV. Isabella Di'Giotanno.
We arrived at the pack house in silence. The path was calm, without incident, since, as the forest was guarded by warriors, they made sure that no one was lurking around. Eric squeezed my hand the entire ride. When we entered, the entire house was illuminated. When I looked around, I realized that all the servants in the house were gawking at me.
I asked, annoyed, “What? Do I have something on my face?” I looked everywhere waiting for an explanation. He looks at me totally amazed while saying, “Wow babe! You look incredible!” I frowned as I told him, “What are you talking about, Eric?”
Eric looks at me with total devotion on his face as he tells me, “Come! Look!” Eric took me to the mirror that is built into the wall at the entrance of the house. There, I stan
