Fifty-Five

Isobelle

"How do I look?" I tried to say, but I sounded like a yapping dog.

Grayson didn't seem to understand what I was trying to convey, and I found that so frustrating.

What if I'm stuck like this forever?

"Look at you." Grayson smiled as he ruffled my fur.

Yeah, just look at me.

"I wish I could hear your thoughts," he added, with a sigh.

If he could read my mind, he would know how worried I was about Alex and Mason. Mostly about Alex because he was in such a terrible state.

"But as soon as Alpha Alec gets here, you'll be able to link with the rest of us. Just think of it as joining a huge group chat," he made a light-hearted joke which was so typical of Grayson.

The sound of howling carried through the night and my ears flattened to the sides of my head. Grayson glanced around like a protective parent checking the shadows for any trace of monsters.

"The hunters are gone," he assured. "Alpha won't be much longer."

Great! Now I must face a Lycanthrope.

Grayson took a seat on a moss-