Isabella scoffed, defiance flashing in her eyes. "That's absurd! Only reincarnated wolves carry two scents!"
Her words slammed into me like thunder and my eyes turned to her sharply. "But… Isabella isn't reincarnated."
Celix's gaze turned to me, his question fell like a trap. "How do you know?"
The air grew heavy, Isabella's face hardened, and her voice shook with fury. "Enough! If Annalyn will just stand there watching her dogs speak to me like this, then I will leave!"
Lucas's eyes glinted, his voice lowering like a growl. "Watch your mouth, little wolf."
Isabella's hands trembled, but her chin lifted high. "I'm not scared of you! I'm out of here!"
She turned, her footsteps echoing sharp against the wooden floor.
My heart surged... I wanted to follow her, to demand answers, to pull her back. But Lucas stepped in front of me, his arm stretched out like a wall. "Why don't you leave her be? For now, let's focus on burying your mother first."
