Chapter 6 Unholy Alliance

• Isabella’s POV
• The moment I slammed the door shut behind me, I pressed my back to it, my hands shaking, lungs gasping for air that felt too thin. My wolf whined low in my chest, restless, anxious, her hackles raised. The mark beneath my collarbone still pulsed, an echo of the bond flaring when I’d faced the guard, like something trying to come alive and failing.
• I crossed the room in two steps and yanked down the collar of my tunic, half-expecting to see something carved into my skin. But the mark remained faint, like a shadow of something not yet fully formed. It wasn’t a clear symbol, no sacred crescent, nothing but the shimmer of heat beneath flesh.