ela

ed with portraits of the Carter family patriarchs. Thei

grave. I had walked this path once before, and it had le

a large oil painti

ling me back into the icy

e" with the northern rogues. A negotiation that was nothing

I remembered reaching out through

e was a wall of

severed

ld was sharper than any blizzard. I was alon

saliva dripping onto the snow. Their yellow eyes, burn

of a cornered animal. But I was an Omeg

fang piercing flesh and tearing through muscle ripped a s

wound was the brand of betrayal seared onto

rything. Why wa

abe

t was looking at me, her expression worried. She had s

cing a thin smile. "It's nothi

everyone in this house, I was just the poor, neglected girl

e study. The memory hadn't made me wea

head, a sliver of oppressive light showing

y dress, making sure I looked impeccable. I was

oorknob. The fear of my past life b

red

pushed the door

defiance was enoug

n the sofa to his side. My brother, Benton and Brad, sto

ppraisal, impatience, and in Ge

I calmly swept my gaze over all of them

is brow furrowed. "Is that how yo

augh. A pack of executioners who sent m

ntervened. "Alex, don't be upset. Isabe

n. "Isabela, sit down. We've called you here to di

They had used the same word in my last life before a

nstead, I pulled a lone armchair from against the wall and posit

tension. They could all see it. This was

You seem different today, Isabela,"

to her. "Do I? Perhaps it's be