Chapter Three

Isabelle

Couple hours later, we had finally finished with all the binders. I decided to empty one of them, to load what I liked and what I'd be comfortable with for a back up. I'm not really into parties, but this was was gonna be exciting. Mae broke me from my train of thought when she slapped her thighs.

"I'm officially starved. Wanna go to Little Italy and get a pizza?" She cocked her head to the side.

"Yes, sounds amazing. But first let's stop by Ellie's office to drop off the binder and dad's office to make sure we are good to go?"

It shouldn't have been a problem, the pizza place is in town. A mutual territory among the 4 packs in 100 mile radius. Plus it was completely inhabited by humans.

Walking down the Aplha family floor, to where the offices and common rooms are. Such a pain, but it is what it is. Three flights of stairs and Mae stopping off on the first floor, to snag something out of her room. We stopped outside of Ellen's office door. I knocked and waited for anwser.

"Maybe she's with Alpha David?" Mae prompted.

I shrugged and walked over to to the other side of the hallway to his door. I knocked. "Come in." We heard him say. I pushed open the door and walked in. He looked up from his desk and smiled, Ellie over his shoulder also looked up in smile. "Is that binder for me?" She exclaimed.

I nodded and handed her the binder. She immediately placed it on whatever they were looking at and started thumbing through it.

"The back is back up options." I said quietly.

"Not that we'll need them, but thank you for planing ahead." She smiled.

Dad looked at the binder with Ellie and furrowed his brows. "Iz are you sure this is gir.... OW!" He snarled.

Ellie had elbowed him in the side hard. "This is exactly perfect for oue Isabelle. You like it right hun?" She looked at me.

"Yes she spent at least four hours on this." Mae added, but I started to look down at my feet. Hoping dad approved.

"Oh yes, I see. I was just looking at it wrong." He perked up. Taking second look at the binder.

"Do mind if I kidnap Izzy and go to little Italy, sir?" Mae asked my dad.

"No of course not. Go have fun! Bring us back a pie." He waved us off.

Not even before we got to the front door. We heard Ellen call. "Extra pepperoni and cheese please!"

"You got it!" I replied.

We hoped in Mae's black hybrid and left. We listened to cheesy boy bands. See Mae loved to be all dark and edgy, but on the inside she we had more in common than what she let on. We pulled into Little Italy, placed our order and grabbed a table in the back.

The pizza finally arrived when I got the scent. It wasn't the pepperoni or the cheese. At first I thought it was the italian spices. But it smelled like a pine needles and autumn leaves with morning rain. Willow, my wolf, peeked up our senses more. Suddenly I was looking all over the restaurant from our seats to find the source.

"You okay?" Mae asked. Seeing my strange behavior. I nodded my head, trying to ignore the urge to get up and walk around. My eyes still searching.

"How's Jade doing?" I asked her abruptly.

"She's fine. Why? Are sensing Willow?" She asked hesitantly, with concerned laced in her voice. I nodded. "Well?" She asked, her concern growing.

"We are smelling something heavenly. And I can't find. I fighting the urge to stand and walk around." I tell her, my curiosity growing.

"Don't make it obvious." She warns, as she practically pushes me out of the booth. Sighing with relief. She must have thought I sensed danger.

I started walking around, trying to follow the scent. I had circled the restaurant at least twice, pretending to get napkins and forgetting straws. I decided to head back to the table, when some kid accidentally pushed me. I closed my eye waiting to hit the ground but instead I felt some ones arms around me. And the scent, I could feel Willow's excitement as we were right on top of the scent. I opened my eyes.

What caught me was a gentleman. He was 6ft and by what I felt in his arms. He lifts. His eyes were a snow blue, like freshen fallen snow after a storm. His hair barley combed, was the color of pine tree bark. His lips, perfect. They called to me, as if they need mine to be complete.

"Are you okay, miss?"