ISABEL'S POV.
The pack house had transformed over the past couple of days. The floors were spotless, the windows gleamed from how hard and how much they'd been cleaned and polished, and the furnitures seemed freshly polished as well. The air around the pack was filled with a strange energy that I hadn’t felt in a while. Blood Moon Pack was clearly preparing for important guests, even though nobody would tell me exactly who. Then again, I didn't really ask, but why even bother when I already knew what I would get, which was nothing. No one talks to me around here. I only get spoken to whenever someone comes up with a new abuse for me or when someone is ordering me around, telling me to do one thing or another.
"Go mope the floors, go clean the house, go make food."
Other than that, I'
