Isabella's Point Of View
I wake up in a dimly lit hall, seated right across Stefan and Tilda was there beside him. I remember what happened before I went unconscious. We were attacked by Stefan and his pack then Tilda stabbed me in the back, she injected me with nightbane. I was still going to kill that bitch.
Both of my wrists were in shackles, this was binding shackles, I could see the spelled runes and sigils on it. I wasn't able to do magic as long as it was on me. Fuck!
I watched as Stefan took a bite from his meal with a smile on his lips. How could he manage to smile with all the chaos he was causing?
"Isabelle you are finally awake." He spoke with a smile.
"What the hell do you want from me?" I questioned. I was done playing in his game.
"I don't want anything from you. I'm only interested in the lycan." Stefan answers in cold tone. I scoff at his, turning to Tilda.
