**Isabella**
I paced around the room anxiously, feeling my heart heaving heavily. I've been waiting for Razor for the past thirty minutes, my heart seemingly ready to burst from my chest. Dean is suffering downstairs because of my mistake, and the fear of what Razor will do to me when he gets back has me feeling utterly screwed.
I froze instantly at the sound of the living room door opening before the all too familiar scent of Razor mesmerized the air. He's here!
My legs moved back on their own, anticipating his dreadful presence. Instead, I heard his harsh voice calling for his brother, Cross. Now what? I couldn't hear a thing, and this was all because I was wolfless from that damn pack. Being wolfless, my ability to grab sounds from afar was not at its peak and was limited. I'll just have to do it my way.
I walked to the door and planted my ears there to grasp anything.
