Sitting on the edge of Vanessa’s hospital bed, I watched Isabella crease her forehead and gnaw on her cheek, like she always did when she was worried. My lips curled into a soft smile, and I reached forward to tuck some loose strands of her brown hair behind her ear.
“We’ll do it, Isabella. We’ll get Dolus. Don’t panic.”
Isabella glanced over at me with big, bothered eyes but then nodded. “I know. I’m just … stressed.” She glanced over my shoulder at Vanessa, who was sound asleep and snoring softly, and then Isabella sighed and sat beside me, lacing her fingers around mine. “I’m stressed about Dolus but also this morning.”
“Kylo,” I said, tightening my grip on her.
Kylo had left two hours ago to train with his pack and prepare them for the war ahead as Isabella and I stayed here to wor
