At first everything happened in slow motion. Isabella could see the muscled figure approaching, the swing of his shoulder tossing his hair around his shoulders, and his lips moving, saying something about taking the tray from her.Then, she saw the faint print in the front of the towel. She hadn't planned to look there, even the gods could see how innocent she was, but it was difficult not to look that way when he towered above her, displaying the long outline pressing against the fabric on the towel. She had wanted to speak, to tell him that she didn't need some hours off and that her night was fine, but the words did not form. So, as an alternative, she tried to move back while forcing her mouth to resume functioning, but her feet had decided to fail her as well.She yelped as her back reached for the floor. The tray went into the air. Even as she fell, her mind was on the tray. She saw Damon's figure move. It was a blur. By the time a gasp escaped her lips, she felt something st

Isabella left Albus' quarters with more questions than she could handle.When she got to one of the paths that led to the Alpha's mansion, she saw the people walking in groups to the gate.Curious, she followed them, tightly clutching the concoction to herself.The gate was now rowdy and clustered since it seemed the guards at the gate didn't want to let the people out. There was rising dust already and raised voices.Isabella's curiosity spiked up."... They need to let us see what is going on..." someone said from behind her."Yes, I will go out even if it means breaking that gate down..."Isabella quietly trailed behind the two chattering women. It turned out that there was something beyond the gate that was being taken care of that didn't need to be looked at.And it seemed the pack was getting weary of being lied to cover secrets and important things regarding the alpha and the pack.Through the countless conversations on the way to the gate, Isabella picked up a lot of informati