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As planned, Isabel and her pack warriors got up early to leave the next day since her work in the Greenwood pack was complete.
Dylan was downstairs, probably saying goodbye to his brothers while Isabel was in his bedroom getting dressed in the new clothes Dylan got for her after hers got ripped the previous night during the war.
She was wearing her lita ankle boots when someone knocked on the door.
“Come in.” She quietly said, and the door slowly opened to reveal Jane, Dylan’s mom.
She walked into the room with her head low, like she was scared Isabel would do something bad to her if she dared to look at her.
She guess Jane was humbled by her authoritative aura.
“What do you want?” Isabel sounded cold and uninterested. This was because Jane didn’t give her a good first impression, so she wanted to have nothing to do with her.
“I’m sorry.” Jane humbly replied in a soft voice.