ISABELLA

I tried Zira’s phone again, and it went straight to voicemail while Isaiah dealt with his mate. Granted, I would have loved for Zira to be my brother’s mate, but I was glad I didn’t have to listen to her gushing about him. There’s only so much a girl can listen to concerning their sibling. So, I called her mother, and she immediately picked up the phone.

"Any news," her mother asked.

"Not yet," I laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

"I would not like to be worried, but should I be worried, Isabella?"

I hesitated for a moment. "No. Of course not, Mrs. Lake. I know Zira can...