LXXII

Isaac POV

Maise was, for lack of better terms, being a brat.

I knew she had very little interest in visiting the bear pack and only wanted to go so she didn’t get left out, but I had assumed she wouldn’t do her best to sabotage the trip altogether. It started with a mopey attitude and refusing to talk when I spoke to her. When I finally got it out of her what was wrong, she became unreasonably clingy. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with my Princess and want her by my side every waking second, but I had become accustomed to her easy going, actively participating presence. Not her whiney, pushy, demanding side. That could go.

At the advice of Benate, we would be presenting ourselves as rogues. He was confident he was the only member of that pack that had met a lycan, so for a short visit, it should be doable. That, however, meant taking Maise’s truck, as rogues rarely had enough money for a six figure vehicle like mine. Maise whined when I set to fixing it on Sunday, compla