Isabella’s POV

My patience was being tested. Or my sanity. I wasn’t sure which would snap first.

Shortly after Sebastian’s less-than-subtle welcome, he’d swept me up to the heart table to sit next to him.

Then he’d invited the members of his pack to toast the guest of honor—who was apparently me.

It all seemed like one intricately woven plot for a play intended for Sebastian’s sole entertainment.

And I was getting tired. Of the ...