CHAPTER 226
The silence that blanketed the deep forest in the wake of her roar was heavy, thick, and suffocating. The only sound remaining was the volcanic wheezing escaping Isabella's massive, white-gold chest as hot plumes of steam hissed past her bared
fangs.
The sheer mass of her Lycan form completely altered the layout of the small clearing, her massive white-gold paws sinking deep into the frozen earth, crushing the black ice beneath her razor-sharp claws.
A few feet away, Lucian leaned against the frost-bitten boulder, his broad chest heaving slightly from the sheer kinetic force of her shove.
For the first time since Isabella had met the ruthless King of the North, the absolute, unwavering composure on his face was entirely gone.
His crimson, red eyes were wide, fixed on the breathtaking, terrifying sight of the massive creature standing before him.
