Isla’s P.O.V

As I stood in front of the packhouse, the rain was coming down in sheets. I was drenched before I even stepped outside. I looked around, ensuring nobody was watching me, before I slipped out the door. I needed to get away, to clear my head, to get away from the chaos that was the packhouse. Cleo was desperate to take over, and I knew that Aaron and his wolf would make me back down if he appeared before I could leave.

"We have to get out of here," Cleo told me sternly, and I pushed the door open. The second I slipped outside, the rain started to...