Chapter Thirty-Nine

Liberty’s POV

It’s been an emotionally taxing few days, but out of everything that has happened here and at Pine Ridge, the thing that had got to me the most was Isobel.

I knew that having another Vampyre and humans on pack land was going to cause a bit of a stir. It’s in our nature to be protective of our territory, and the sheer amount of newcomers has us all on high alert. But that woman is something else entirely.

The way she followed Marcel around like a lost little puppy, always after his attention, her skimpy outfits leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, I couln’t help cringing at her blatant desperation.

Marcel has ignored her for the most part. Until last night anyway. When she strolled into the main hall to join the pack for dinner, she walked right up to him, bold as anything, and sat right in his lap at the table. The looks that passed between us all were badly hidden and the vein in Claudel's temple must have tripled in size.

I wish I could describe the look of sho