Isabella Martini - POV
An uneasy feeling settled within me when Arlo didn't say anything more and continued eating his food. "Is there something wrong with me, Arlo?" I asked him, which made him look at me again.
"No, Isabella. But I think you are different. There is not an ordinary werewolf out there with such abilities."
"Does that mean I am different?" I asked him as I felt my throat tighten. I hated this feeling, which made me feel different. Back in the Blood Moon pack, all of them treated me as if I was an outsider even before Lorena's death, but Arlo's pack was the only people who made me feel like I belonged here.
