Isabel observed the man in front of them with curiosity. He was obviously a man with power, the way he dressed and the way he carried himself… He was impressively tall and broad-shouldered, even taller than John, making her feel tiny and fragile in comparison. This was a man that didn’t take no for an answer! He was clearly used of having people obeying his orders, trembling before him. Just look at him now, she thought. He didn’t even spare them a look… “Well, here we are,” John cleared his throat, his arm still protectively wrapped around her. “Father, this is Isabel… My human mate.” “How dare you use that word for describing your relationship with a human?” Warren snarled, finally looking at them. “There is no such thing as a human mate. A mate is a mate, and a mate is a wolf. Like

