Isabelle directed Jesse through the thick woods to her friends' place. Obviously, the road wasn't a smooth one. They had to go through so many gallops and bumps.
"Why did she decide to live deep in the woods?" Annoyed, Jesse asked her. "Maybe when we arrive at her place, you could ask her. Oh wait, she despises werewolves," Isabelle retorted.
"Haha funny," Jesse said sarcastically. "But she's your friend, aren't you supposed to know everything about her?" Jesse asked her.
"Oh, you must've understood me. She's a friend of my dad's, so... She's not really my friend." Isabelle said. Jesse couldn't believe what he heard Isabelle say, "The friend of your dad's? Isabelle, are you sure you're not putting yourself into trouble?" He asked her worriedly.
"For someone who's a werewolf, you sure do ask a lot of questions and worry too much," Isabell said.
