Chapter Eleven: A Familiar Stranger
Isaiah POV:
The air feels thick, pressing down on my chest as Savannah steps into the room. The moment she crosses the threshold, her scent wraps around me—lavender and sea breeze, clean and light—but beneath it is something impossible. Alicia.
My breath catches. Alicia’s scent should’ve died with her, and yet here it is, faint but unmistakable, mixed with Savannah’s. My wolf stirs, a low growl rumbling at the back of my mind. There’s no logic to this. Alicia had no siblings and no hidden family. And yet this girl—this stranger—smells like her.
And then the bond hits me like a freight train.
My wolf surges forward, snarling in recognition. Mate. Savannah is our second chance, mate. I feel it coil deep inside me, burning hot and fast, setting ever
