CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETY - TWO - HISTORIES, LEGACIES AND THE PAST 2

Rafael's wolf's eye was a deep, soulful amber, like the sun sinking behind a distant horizon. Isabella gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. The sensation of treading into unknown waters washed over her as she stared at the werewolf before her, a being she had thought only existed in stories. As Isabella struggled to comprehend what she was seeing, Rafael’s wolf approached her, sniffing the air around her. The creature began to do a playful little dance, his tail wagging in an unmistakable canine display of joy. Isabella, caught off guard by this unexpected development, looked to the others for guidance. Señora Valerie stepped forward, her voice gentle. “He’s trying to play with you, Isabella. It’s his way of showing his affection.” As the tension melted away from her, Isabella’s eyes took on a new softness as she watched the wolf’s playful antics. “Affection?” she scoffed, shaking her head with a wry smile. “More like being a goofball, just like Rafael.” Her comment drew lau