-Isabella-
I hadn’t expected the crazy lady to be so strong or intimidating. Her nails sank deeper and deeper into my skin until I felt my warm blood begin to drip down and stain the floor.
“Little wolf, won’t do it?” she asked, her tone almost mocking, as if she relished the words.
Desperately, I shook my head as tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. These were good people… Even Damian, he was… good.
“They are tricking you,” she spat, her words slow and soft, as if she genuinely cared.
I shook my head again, wanting to insist they weren’t. They were the first people to treat me kindly, and I couldn’t believe they were deceiving me.
“Yes. They. Are,” she insisted.
“Mhmhhh!”
“Shh.” She lifted her hand away from my mouth and began to brush some of my hair fro
