Isabelle
I swallow as I look at Matt in horror. He looks suspicious at first and then slowly angry, as I remain silent.
The phone is slipping from my sweaty palms but I clutch it, firmly. My eyes are darting back and forth from Sam to Matt, and then back to Sam.
He takes one look at the phone in my hand, and says in a voice as cold as ice.
" That's not your phone."
My heart is pounding loudly in my throat. I swallow again, to push it back down.
Think, Isabelle, think. Just say something, I silently plead with myself.
"WHO.WERE.YOU.JUST.TALKING.TO?" Matt yells suddenly, emphasizing his every word.
Sam advances towards us.
" She was talking to my master." He says in a calming voice, but his eyes flash as he strains to keep his wolf in check.
Matt doesn't even look at him, he asks m
