DAEMON'S POV

Three hours went by, yet nothing had been said or done about Malia and Lucas. From the window, I watched as cars drove in and got loaded by the wolves. They were all waiting, and I couldn't keep them out there any longer.

Isolde walked into my room, dressed in s full black outfit. A long coat and a black, skin tight trouser. She stood Infront of my desk and stayed quiet for a while.

“Everyone's downstairs. Are you having second thoughts?” She asked.

“It's too late to ...