Novels by Isobel

Chapter threeIvy's pov The pressure against my windpipe was firm and utterly terrifying. I looked up into those gold eyes, and for a heartbeat, the world around us from the whispering students to the clatter of the cafeteria simply ceased to exist to me.Recognition hit me like a physical blow to the stomach.Aiden.It had been years since I had seen him. Back when we were children, he had been the boy who haunted my nightmares. The boy that I had crushed on, even at a point thought I loved as a kid. Even though he hated me, would pull my hair, would whisper that I was a "weak little pup," who would look at me with a disdain so deep that it forever left doubts of who I was in my head. But the boy was gone and in his place was a man that was crazily different. He was broader, taller, and radiating a level of Alpha power that made my knees want to buckle.My breath hitched in a ragged gasp. My name was on the tip of my tongue, a reflex of fear, but I swallowed it back. I was literall

Chapter TwoIvy's povThe sharp tips of the silver spears were inches from my throat. I could feel the cold coming off the metal. I looked at Marcus, the soldier who had once taught me how to ride horses and laughed at my jokes, now looked at me me with pity in his eyes, I wasn't the girl he had protected for years, I was now a mistake that needed to be erased."Run," Marcus whispered.I didn't wait. I turned and ran into the thick darkness of the forest. My bare feet slammed against the rock. Behind me, the silence of the clearing broke into a roar of shouts and heavy boots."There she goes! Don't let the human freak escape!"I ran until my lungs felt like they were filled with anything but air. I pushed through the thorns that shredded my thin white gown, leaving strips of silk hanging from the branches. I was running through the Silver-Mist woods, my home, but tonight, the trees felt like strangers.I scrambled up a steep hill and suddenly stopped. In front of me was a very deep, n

Chapter one"Tonight, under the full moon, the goddess has given us this day for our younglings to be gifted their wolves."The voice of High Priest Malachi resounded across the clearing. He stood at the front of the Moon-Altar, holding a heavy black bowl high above his head. Inside, the dark red blood of ten teenagers swirled, it reflected the giant, glowing moon that was like a silver eye watching us from the sky.I looked down at my right hand, the cut on my palm was deep and stinging. I squeezed my fingers into a fist, feeling the warm, sticky blood leak through my grip. My knees were shaking so hard I thought I might collapse right there on the grass.There were ten of us lined up and we were all eighteen today. I stood at the very end of the line, the ninth person, with only one girl at the other end of me.We were all wearing the same thing, a thin, white gown that felt like nothing against the cold night wind. The fabric was so light it was almost see-through. I felt naked. I