Isabella couldn't share her dream with any of her friends as she had learned not to trust anyone, so she kept it all to herself. Her mind went to her father’s rejection, to the pack’s whispers, and to the betrayal by her own people. They had never wanted her to lead because they believed she wasn't worthy.
Suddenly, she heard a voice come through her thoughts.
“Isabella.”
She froze, the voice was very clear and familiar, it was Tristan's voice.
“I’m coming for you.”
Isabella was happy to hear from him as it felt like she could almost reach out and touch him, and it gave her some form of comfort. Their connection was undeniable, and she could feel it so strongly, but the urgency in his words made her heart beat fast. There was a desperation to it.
She wondered if they could ever be
