Done being nice

Isabella P.O.V.

“Your family needs you on the battlefield, Isabella.” Ivy says before disappearing in a blinding flash of royal blue light. I just looked at the place she was standing before her words even sank in. My family needs me on the battlefield. The battlefield. We’ve come back to the war. The final battle between good and evil. The guards rise when their Queen is no longer in their presence and bow their heads to me in respect. I nod to them before hurrying out of the room and then out of the hospital. The sight outside is gruesome. Bodies are lying everywhere. Some are still alive and in immense pain, others are mauled so badly you cannot see if they were enemies or pack members. I blink several times. I am not some squirmish damsel in distress, but even I have to swallow twice before I deliver whatever little I have in my stomach.

A fierce growl makes me aware of the vulnerable position I am in, but it’s stopped by a huge wolf tearing the growling rogue to shreds. Fenris