Immortal Lies

|Chapter 32|

|Dalton|

Isabella was on the bed asleep while I sat there in wolf form. She had requested halfway through the flight if I could shift. And I did coming up on the bed for her which she was more than happy about before she fell asleep once more.

Except this time she had her arms around me with her face softly pushes against my fur as her hands held pieces. Her head rested gently near our neck with an arm around pulling at the fur near my chest. But I let her. She was stressed and she didn't have Maryse to do it.

'So here we are playing service werewolf to make sure she feels comfortable. Which I am willing to do.' My eyes glanced back at Isabella as she breathed heavily in her sleep her hand tightening on the fistful of black fur she had but I didn't complain.

My eyes focused outside where the landscape was as I adjusted myself feeling her leg go up over me as she hugged me tighter. And I looked over at her. She was peaceful and I refused to disturb her for this. She deserved a nice peaceful sleep just for once.

And so I let her have it. The sun rose up slowly gracing us with morning as Isabella rolled over and I looked at her sitting on my haunches before sniffing her and then licking her face. Her eyes opened as she wiped her face off instantly looking at me.

I tilted my head to the side as I watched her. "You actually stayed in wolf form." Isabella noted as I felt my tail thump against the bed silently. "You can go shift back." Isabella said and I got off the bed feeling fur give into skin as I stood up stretching human limbs.

Isabella had turned away her cheeks slightly red as I shook my head. She was so cute. The fact that she was embarrassed about me being naked right here. It was cute and I liked it. Grabbing my clothes I got dressed as she kept her head the other way.

'I wonder when she'll be calm about it and not red like she is right now?' 'Well she doesn't blush much when we kiss and hug her so that's an improvement.' To most this would see as overkill being near her naked, but nudity was nothing to werewolves. It didn't matter to us.

We were used to it. The only time we didn't like it was when someone was staring at our mate intensely after a shift. But since we shifted so much and shifting with clothes wasn't an option we were used to it by now. But staring was a whole different thing.

Especially when it was someone's mate after all. Then the nudity became a problem and fights could break out. But it was just Isabella and I and I doubt Isabella would be stripping in front of anyone. So I didn't have to worry about that one bit.

"How close are we?" Isabella asked and I smiled at her. "Real close. My dad wants us to meet him at the pack house when we arrive there." I told her sitting on the bed and she nodded at that. Since the hunters, well former hunters were working with the pack they were used to be called in.

'And it's a public meeting and not just with the pack. I hear Damien and Lucian are going to be there as well.' Meaning something big was happening no doubt. And we had a lot to discuss. We were the last ones they'd be waiting on.

"I'm hoping everything's good but I just have this feeling building inside me that something bad is happening or coming. Like the calm before the storm." I told her and Isabella nodded. "I know what you mean." Isabella said running a hand through her hair as I looked at her.

"Satan isn't speaking to me. I can't even feel his presence. I know he had something to do in hell, but this isn't like him." Isabella said. I knew nothing about hell so I couldn't assure her about that. All I could do was smile at her and gently squeeze her leg.