Isabella
Travis opened the door of his car and we both entered inside. “Where are we going?” I asked. I fastened my seat belt and then looked at him.
“To see an old friend of my father. His name is Antonio Lowery and he is an older member of the pack with a long history of loyalty, he has served in battle for years but is a retired warrior. Now he teaches other younger werewolves how to control their shift,” he said, starting the vehicle as we drove off.
“So he is an elder?” I asked and he looked at me through the rear-view mirror.
“No, he is a Zeta werewolf,” he replied. “He was offered the role of an elder but he turned it down. He said he wanted to spend more time with his family since he doesn't have much time left to live,” he replied and afterwards I didn't ask him any other que
