ISAIAH
After parting ways with Isabella and Jace, I linked my border patrol to keep a lookout for Zira and possible rogues. She was a hunter, so I wasn't too worried, but she's never been in a real fight before. I shifted into Devon and ran towards the woods. He picked up her scent, which led us to her torn dress and necklace.
I picked up the necklace and continued. I passed a few brutally assaulted trees and took a moment to sniff out the area. I groaned, knowing my mother was going to fuss about all this.
"Damn, you break a girl's heart, and she becomes an artist," joked Hunter as his werewolf, Leon, came from behind me.
"Not now, you ass."
I was pissed. More at myself than anyone else. All day I was consumed by my mate. Not giving one thought about Zira. She had been per
