Isabella Martini - POV
I was sipping my orange juice that Sofia graciously poured when we heard a loud bang on the front door. "I will get that," she said as she got up from her chair and walked out of the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, the siblings entered the kitchen again.
"I am not helping you with that ever again," Jacob exclaimed as she saw me sitting there in the kitchen. He looked extremely tense, and I also saw a light purple mark on his cheek.
"Relax, it was not like Arlo sensed something was wrong." Sofia causally said as she made her way over to her fridge and pulled out a can of beer.
"He almost did. He figured out that you guys are not in the pack, and that is how I got punched in the face," he yelled as he pointed at the light purple bruise. "But thank the goddess, you two were seen in the pack town just when Arlo was ready to come down on a hunting rampage."
