Isabella Martini - POV
An uncomfortable silence gradually filled the air as I stood as still as a statue while my eyes were glued to the rogue, who was standing near the doorway. It was like I was transported back to that night when the rogue attacked us. Nothing much has changed with him except now he has lost one of his arms, which must be due to Arlo. "What sort of nonsense is this, Alpha Bianchi?" Elder Philip growled as I saw the anger shining through his iris.
"You know accusing a high-ranking werewolf without solid evidence would result in punishment, Alpha Bianchi?" Elder Micheal asked, but Arlo didn't answer any one of them. His eyes were locked with mine, trying to decipher what I felt right now, but I blocked my emotions.
