Isabella's POV:
"What do you think they're talking about in there?" I pointed to the door.
Bishop and I walked a few feet away from the door to give them a bit of privacy. As much as we could anyway.
Bishop glanced at the door and sighed. "I have no idea. But I don't think it's anything to worry about."
I shrugged. "I guess so." I said.
"How have you been?" He asked.
I turned to him. "You've asked me that already."
I thought I might be imagining it, but there was a flash of pink on his face. "My apologies."
"It's okay. " I replied. "I'm fine. How are you handling the pack?" I asked.
He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Honestly, I wonder how Damian does all of it."
"Damian?"
"Alpha Damian." He corrected himself, placing emphasis on the alpha.
I stared at the door again. "This
