LVIII

Isaac POV

Maise studied me with such reverence, such rawness. I didn’t know what it was she saw or felt that drew forward such a privilege, but I felt unworthy.

Truth was so subjective. I knew truth was the most important to Maise, but I felt the only thing she would accept was facts. She didn’t know there was a difference between the two yet, but the journey we were about to go on would show her.

I genuinely didn’t know what difference there was between the facts and the way I perceived them. It would be a long learning curve for us, discovering how to share with each other without the infiltration of unintentional untruths. Both of us were so fiercely independent and used to answering to no one, we were bound to come to blows soon.

Fate knew what she was doing when she set the lycan kings up to never want or have the opportunity to take a mate. A mate was the ultimate representation of unity, and having one would shift my focus away from the species I needed to protect. As we