"What were you thinking?" John scowled at Randall as he pulled Isabel out of his arms. "Isabel could have been hurt! Even killed!"
"Don't you think I'm in control of my wolf?" Randall scoffed, picking up his shorts and towel from the ground. "I'm not like Nick! She was never in danger."
"And you," John's eyes were shooting daggers at Chloe. "You're supposed to be the one training with her and keeping her safe... And you let one of the male wolves attack her?"
"I've got a will of my own, you know," Isabel frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "No one forced me to do anything, on the contrary, it was me who set it all up."
"Why?" John furrowed his brows. "Why would you put yourself in danger?"
"You've been so busy these last days, brother." Chloe rolled her eyes. "You haven't even
