CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN

CALEB’S POV

“My name is Caleb,” I say. “We had introductions before, but you were pretty out of it then. What’s your name?”

“Isabel,” she says.

I shake her hand and resist the urge to kiss it.

“Isabel,” I say.

The name sounds nice coming from my lips. It feels nice and I feel awful for that. Because I have grown way too attached to this woman already.

When I went to where her pack was slaughtered, I sensed death all around me. I was repulsed to be there. My senses are too heightened for that kind of thing. I just wanted to leave.

The problem was, she was there. And I sensed her too. I went to her, knowing something was drawing me to her. And the moment I touched her I knew.

Isabel is my mate. I sensed that right away. She’s the one who’s meant for me. She’s the person I’ve been waiting for my whole life. I’m incredibly drawn to her and taking care of her, healing her, has only made that feeling stronger.

Her pack was just slaughtered though. There weren’t any survivors. She