Chapter 2

Isla’s P.O.V

    As I stood in front of the packhouse, the rain was coming down in sheets. I was drenched before I even stepped outside. I looked around, ensuring nobody was watching me, before I slipped out the door. I needed to get away, to clear my head, to get away from the chaos that was the packhouse. Cleo was desperate to take over, and I knew that Aaron and his wolf would make me back down if he appeared before I could leave.

    "We have to get out of here," Cleo told me sternly, and I pushed the door open. The second I slipped outside, the rain started to pelt down on me; it was getting heavier as I rushed towards the woods that separated the pack house from the borders. The wind picked up, and the sky turned dark grey. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky; I knew then that I had to get out of there before it was too late.

    I was panicking, and the storm was getting worse by the second. I felt like the rain and t