ISBERLT.  He's staring at me. His sharp gaze is pointed at me, and he's barring his fangs at me.  The world seems to be still for a damn second, and I suddenly forget how to breathe, move, or so any damn thing as my gaze rests on the huge wolf before me.  He takes one step forward, and the echoes of my heart drumming fast against my chest is loud in my ears as dear courses through my veins.  "Isberlt, " the sound of Rio's voice pulls me out of my daze, and I move my gaze across the room; finding his at the far side of the room. He shakes his head, and holds a finger over his lips. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? "Do not move, " he says, looking scared himself, and I have no idea what the hell he's talking about.  I suddenly remember that we are not the only ones in the room, and my eyes move to the other Alpha's who looks equa