ZIRA

Isabella dragged me out of the room, still in my towel, towards her car. The farther I got away from the room, the better I started feeling. It felt like the pressure was lighter than before, and I didn’t feel the urge to rip out someone’s throat. What the hell was going on?  

We got into the car, and Isabella quickly pulled off. But it wasn’t before we heard Isaiah growl the loudest I had ever heard. I looked back, thinking I would see him chasing the car. I bet he was coming for me, and I was scared, but my anger wouldn’t let me show it. 

“My stuff?!...