**Isabella**
I exhaled sharply, standing in front of the club. It was kind of risky because this wasn't one of Razor's clubs, and he was no longer the alpha of the biggest and strongest pack in Upperville.
A nagging feeling sent shivers all over my body, screaming at me that this was a bad idea. But I had to do this. I needed to get through to Razor.
I entered the club, the smell of weed and sweat instantly assaulting my nose. The room was filled with people dancing and drinking, the music thumping loudly in the air. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I made my way through the crowd.
My heart was racing, and memories of the last time I was at a club came rushing in. For a moment, I deliberated bolting out of the club before he saw me, but I hardened my heart. This wasn't the time to be scared. I needed to confront Razor and make him acknowledge me. With a deep breath, I pushed through the crowd, eyes scanning the room.
