Chapter 83

Chiara

As quickly as I can, I get to my feet and intercept Alpha Salvatore before his claws can come remotely close to Alessio.

I pull him out of the way, flinging him to the side where he cannot be touched, then I turn to Alpha Salvatore and try to deliver the strongest kick I can muster aimed at his chest. He steps back just in time and avoids my blow.

That simple motion alone makes me realize how fast he can go. He ends up pressing himself against the wall, smiling at Alessio and me.

Alessio positions himself in front of me, determined to put me away from harm as much as possible. This time, Isaac doesn’t seem all that interested in stabbing or wounding us. He’s just observing us from his spot, that smug expression prominent and his growing smile chilling. My skin gets covered in goosebumps.

“I suppose I should be proud of you, Alessio,” he suddenly says, his voice a soft croon, the tone someone might use to refer to someone they are especially fond of. “After all, you’re my gr