SEBASTIAN'S POV~

　　I stood there, watching her run away, my pride preventing me from calling out to her. She had crossed a line, slapping me in the face - something no one had ever dared to do before.

　　With a hiss of anger, I got into the car headed for the pack house. "Slow down," I told the driver, spotting Isabella ahead.

　　I watched as she hailed a cab, and once she was safely inside, I told the driver, "You may go."

　　The car accelerated, ...