Chapter 30

• *Isabel*
• I considered all the possible explanations and explored every angle. I wasn't sure how long I stayed with my hand above my head, but the sound of the door creaking some time later immediately woke me up from my nap. Three werewolves walked into the room, all carrying small boxes. They barely batted an eyelash at me, seemingly unsurprised and undisturbed by my presence. What was Dante up to? I sat up, forgetting for a spell that I was cuffed. I hissed when I was violently tugged back, a harsh reminder that I was still being held bound like a prisoner.
• Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to make sense of the situation. The werewolves moved efficiently, unpacking the boxes and setting up sleek, black monitors. I eyed them warily, my mind racing. What were they doing? Why was Dante turning my prison into a surveillance hub? Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. The beast In question walked into the room, his presence commanding attention. I would never admit it, but my heart skipped a beat as his gaze locked with mine for a split second before he turned his attention back to the werewolves.