Isabella’s POV:
Unsteadily, I rose to my feet and spit the blood from the damaged intestines. Stacey did not hold back, and I didn’t expect her to do such a thing. With her training and her healing speed, I was at a disadvantage.
And as I stood there, eyes drifting towards the deep puddle on the ground, I wasn’t startled by the image reflecting at me. My face was more purple than any other color, more exposed due to the paleness painted on me.
My nose is broken, I know it. It shouldn’t curve in such a way.
Stacey growled, and the leg I broke earlier snap back into place.
Being a hybrid has its disadvantages, such as your genetics refuses to function until it pins a dominant breed accurately. Inside, I am fighting, the battle between hunter and wolf—a fight with an unknown ou
