ISAIAH

Alaia stood up immediately and started to walk away. I grabbed her wrist before she could make it out of the room.  

“Alaia…” 

“I need a moment, Isaiah. I promise I’ll be back.” She turned to smile at me before pulling her wrist from my grasp. She was blocking me, so I couldn’t feel her emotions. 

“Not too long,” I nodded.  

I couldn’t believe my ears. Zira was having a white werewolf. White wolves were rare. Legends go that long ago, the Goddess had mated with a white werewolf, and those offspring had some of her powers. Whether it was faster healing, mind control over any werewolf, or being...