Isadora Davis
I felt all melty inside at how firm he was, ready to defend me against his family. He really didn't care about them, and from how passionately he spoke, one could tell how deeply they had hurt him too. I remember him saying his father gave him this scar after he didn't change into his wolf at an early age, and he killed his mother, who defended him.
That must have been what led him to run—why did the pack call him the black sheep? He still needed to tell me the full story about his life and childhood because I didn't know much. Why hadn't I asked him about it?
He looked murderous whenever he talked about his family. I wanted to ask about his mother, but it felt reluctant, as it wasn't really in my place to ask at that point.
It was still morning, and I wasn't going to sp
