The morning sun had reached its peak and shone down with an almost ferocious intensity as Isabella maneuvered her motorbike through the winding maze of vehicles. The wind whipped her hair around her face as she accelerated, her eyes narrowed against the glare.
Dressed in black from head to toe - a pair of black jeans that hugs her curves tightly, a black top, and a black leather jacket - Isabella's love for the color reflected her personality.
Her dark sunglasses shielded her eyes from the sun's rays as she pulled up at the abandoned facility where Luna had been taken captive. Jacob was already waiting there in his car, and as soon as he caught sight of Isabella, he stepped out.
Jacob wore a simple outfit of blue jeans and a plain v-neck shirt. As Isabella approached him, her strides were firm and full of anger. When she got close enough, she removed her sunglasses and glared at him with fierce eyes.
