The silence that followed after the door shut was heavier than her mother's words. She stood there with her fist clenched, trying to hold herself together. Then came the faintest rustle behind her. He stepped out from behind the curtain, an unreadable expression on his face...one between anger and disbelief. For a long time, neither of them spoke, and he finally did... "So that's it? They've decided your life without even asking you? " he said, his voice low. " That's how it has always been, decisions made behind closed doors. Alliances, promises, and sacrifices, and now it's my turn to fulfil it." " You're not a property, Isabella," he responded . They can't just take decisions for you concerning your life and freedom just for the benefit of the pack or for whatever reason it is. Her laugh was sharp and, " Tell that to my father. He's the one who needs to hear all that." Isabella's chest aches from holding it all in. The fear, the fight, and the ache of what she was
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