Isabella′s POV:
I am, what Damien would call, f****d and not the pleasurable way either.
Please, do not tell Eomma and Appa I even thought of that word.
Pain sears through my abdomen and I look down to see the blood seeping through the shirt I yank off a dead body earlier to temporarily conceal it. My mind conceding to the torment, and I hiss lowly feeling a sharp s***h on my right arm. My mind was unable to bring a thought to completion.
“Stand behind me,” Nathan said.
I gave him a lazy side glance, wondering if he notices that wolves are surrounding us from all directions. There is no reason for me to stand behind him, mainly since we’ve been fighting for who knows how many hours. “Okay,” I comply, in a dull voice. “Only if you stand behind me.”
He chuckles lowly, before
