SIXTEEN PART 1

Isabelle’s Poont of View

A strong sense of responsibility and an elusive feeling, which I hadn't quite identified, compelled me to descend the stairs. I couldn't ignore the persistent whimpering that echoed in my ears, and it pushed me to seek out Tyler. His desperate need to be close to me spoke volumes about his current state. If he had control over his faculties, he wouldn't be begging for my presence. But something had changed within him.

The memory of that painful night resurfaced, catching me off guard and causing my steps to falter. It was the night when he rejected me. Standing in the woods under the rising full moon, I felt a surge of aggression unlike anything before, not realizing that it was the onset of mating heat. Fate had chosen the most inopportune moment to put me to the test, and I had faltered, unable to control the powerful forces at play.

Each step I took towards him now, I felt a fresh wave of guilt mingled with anger surging through my core. Witnessing his vuln