Isabella P.O.V. “They are planning to do what?” Elijah asks deadly calm. I can feel his anger through our bond, but he is trying so hard to keep it bay. I take his hand in mine, stroking his knuckles, and I feel his tension lessen. He gives me a look of gratitude and love, which I return with a small smile. I’m still really new to this love and respect kind of thing, so I have no idea what to do with myself when he does that. “I’m afraid so.” Alex answered with shame all over his voice. “I disagree with this, and I have left them. I took what little belongings I traveled with and decided to put my fate in the hands of my sister instead.” Alex looks at me with soft eyes, a look I haven’t seen forever. I’ve missed my twin like hell, but the things he’s done, the things he’s said over the years. I don’t know if I can forgive him? He sighs, as if he read my mind. “Isabella. I know I haven’t been the brother you deserve since that day with the picnic, and I have no idea if

Isabella P.O.V. Elijah tells everyone the guests are here, and I can feel my heart sinking in my chest. Old memories of ridicule, mockery and shame fills me, while my new self is fighting back, telling me I am okay. Elijah loves me, though we haven’t really said it yet, and the pack will accept me, whenever I am introduced. Then the old me asks the one question I was trying to avoid; why hasn’t he presented me yet? I shake my head at the doubting voice in my head, knowing full well he would have if I had not been in the hospital because of a panic attack and yesterday I was out with Lauren, getting verbally abused by Jeff and Janelle and then moving my things with Elijah later on. Not to mention the showing up by Alex in the middle of the night. “Ashton, go out and greet the guests. Take them to the conference room, where we will be waiting.” Ashton smirks at Elijah’s orders but I feel confused. Ain’t it a costume, it's the Alpha and Luna who greets other Alpha’s? ‘He’s mak

Isabella P.O.V. I’m not quite sure where I am, but I know I no longer am in the Jewel Pack. Everything is misty around me as I look at my surroundings. Something tells me to go forward. Something or someone is waiting for me at the end of this trail or whatever it is. My thoughts swirl around Elijah. If I’m here, then where is he? Does he miss me? I try to think back at what happened before I woke up here, but I come up with nothing but blankness. I shake my head to clear it, but as the fog around me, the blankness won't budge. I move in what feels like forever. Many days, months or years could have passed for all I know before the fog eases. As it disappears into the air, the day is clear and I can see a sun shine in the sky side by side with the moon. They are both bright and give everything an ethereal glow. I look around again, and this time I’m in a wildflower meadow, a stream running near slowly, giving me a calmness I haven’t had in years. At the far end of the meadow there’s

Elijah P.O.V. “Father, are you serious? She didn’t free them. Please tell me this is some sick joke or something. She wouldn’t put my mate in harm's way just because she disagrees.” Father’s eyes are sad when he looks at me. He seems more tired than ever. “Your mother is really worried about you, Eli. She only wants what’s best for you. Unfortunately she’s become rather narrow minded in her belief that Miss. Caroline is the only soothing match for you.” He turns his gaze to Isabella who has been standing here quietly observing our exchange. “I am very sorry, Isabella. I never wanted to put you in danger, but my mate seems to have her own mind about this issue.” Isabella gives him a small smile. “I’m okay. They are on the run and they can’t touch me here in the pack. As long as the former Luna also stays away from me, then everything is okay. I’m sorry if that sounds mean, I didn’t mean it that harshly.” Father nods. “I want her brought to a facility where she can’t hurt anyone. I’

Isabella P.O.V. “Where is the council located, Eli?” I ask in the car. We’ve been driving for an hour or so, and we are nowhere near a city at this point. “They are located on the other side of the country normally, but they always travel to their different offices whenever work calls for it.” I nod. “Dale called them the day Janelle stabbed you with the poison, and my father must have called them again and told them Ferguson and Janelle escaped. I wonder if he told them who freed them.” “Would he tell on his own mate?” I have to ask, the question is burning in me. I get that the woman hates me, but how can she hate me this much? She doesn’t know me, yet she has decided I am not good enough. It hurts, I must admit, but I have been through worse in my younger days. “What is your mother’s name, by the way.” Dale and Eli laugh. “I forgot she hasn’t even introduced that to you, huh. Her name is Talia Jackson. And yes, she has always been a bit of an odd character.” “Eli! Don’t say th