Thirty.

(Isabella’s POV)

I had yet to get information about the whereabouts of Celina.

I liked her, and I wouldn't do anything to harm her otherwise, but I couldn't have myself go back to what I used to be.

Even though my new look didn't seem to faze my husband, it did make other male werewolves notice me. It felt like, for the first time in my life, I was the center of attention not my sisters, and that wasn't something I wanted to let go of.

Threatening Celina's life didn't exactly put me in a good spot with Landon, but I needed to find a way to make sure he marked me before he found Celina.

I knew he wasn't going to sit around and wait until I found her.

But I had set a plan in motion.

I approached him as he worked with other werewolves and asked, “May I have a word with you?” I asked, knowing he wouldn't say no. He had kept up the appearance that we were a fairly good happy couple.

He gave me a smile that didn't reach his eyes as he said, “Anything for my