Isabella′s POV:
My whole life, I never knew where I belong. No, there was a time when I knew who I am. When I was younger, I was merely a child, singing and dancing the days away with my family.
My life was perfect - almost.
I knew...I had always known that I was adopted.
After all, how can a hybrid come from a family of pure breed hunters?
Unless mom had a little too much fun during one of her girl’s night out - which is doubtful.
There were times when I felt left out, where I wished that once I reached of age - my dominant genetic trait would-be hunter, not werewolf.
However, I was okay with it because my adopted parents never treated me any differently from their own daughter. I was barely five when they gave me the truth, how my biological mother passed because she had a
