Chapter 42

• Isadora's POV
• After the first batch of lycan warriors set off to my stepfather's pack, with nothing left to do, I returned to the guest house. A feeling of unease gnawed at me the moment I stepped foot into my room. My wolf senses rarely tingled, but they did - a sign that something was amiss. The air felt heavy. Judging by the roller-coaster of emotions and events I had passed through in the last couple of days, I brushed it off as nothing serious, probably just a bit of stress and anxiety from being so far from home.
• I decided to undress; a bit of cold water on my skin would definitely do me good. I bent over to remove my shoes when I sensed movement behind me. A cold shiver ran down my spine. Before I could react, I was roughly grabbed by my neck from behind, and the chilling touch of a silver blade met my throat.