Isabella’s POV

The moment we crossed the border into Rogue Pack territory, the air shifted. The road slithered and narrowed the further the car went. And the darkness of the night seemed to swallow everything it touched.

Even the moon, which had glistened like a beacon just moments before, shifted behind the clouds, as if it sought shelter from witnessing the travesty of the land.

Perhaps my fractured mind had resorted to fanciful thoughts in an attempt to ...