**Isabella**
"Dean, ...I ...what..." I stuttered, not knowing how to explain the situation. My eyes shot back behind him to check if Razor was approaching, but thankfully he was not. I turned my pleading eyes to Dean. "Please don't tell him."
Dean shook his head disappointingly. "I'm sorry, Luna, but I'm not allowed to keep things from our alpha, and besides, I warned you." His blue eyes held some sort of pity as they gazed at me. "Let's go before he notices our absence."
My heart caught, almost with my anxiety, as I clasped both hands in the air pleadingly. "Please, Dean, he'll kill me... and him, please, I beg you." I didn't realize that I was already tearing up, as I felt my cheeks grow wet.
Dean's face contorted in worry and confusion, his eyes thoughtful for a second before he stretched his hand forward in a hurry. "The phone, give it to me."
