Eighty-Five

Eighty-Five

Naomi

Isabella tried to struggle against me, but she didn’t know she had nothing against a werewolf’s strength. With a hand, I opened the door to Seth and I’s room, meeting Seth pacing round the room, his steps lethal as his jaw grinded against each other, while the muscle in his head ticked with anger.

“Seth.” I called out as I carried Isabella to the bed, and I picked up the handcuffs on the nightstand, putting her in the position Seth put me yesterday, both her hands over her head and handcuffed to the bed stand.

Seth’s face was filled with confusion and anger as he watched me put Isabella in that position. “What the fuck are you doing Naomi? I swear if you- “

The flick of my clawed index finger shut him up, the nail sharp and deadly as I pointed it to Isabella’s throat, revelling in the fear in her face and the hard beating of her chest.

“Isabella has something to tell you.” I said in a calm voice, turning to look at Isabella.

“Right Isabella?”

Her throat bobbed