Isabella could not imagine what would happen when the time came.
The best possible outcome would probably be that the more respected werewolves seized control of the group and reduced Pandora and her to figureheads.
No matter what, Isabella and Pandora were ultimately outsiders to the werewolves. Even though they had consciously cultivated their relationships over the past few days, there was still a barrier between them in terms of identity.
"I hope things don't get that bad. Once we've dealt with the intruders, I need to talk Pandora into it again... Come to think of it, who exactly are those two intruders?"
She glanced back at the mist-shrouded peak overhead. For some reason, Isabella suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
Whoosh—
The howling wind filled Donald's ears. The violent turbulence made it almost impossible for him to tell whether the shrieking in his ears came from the wind itself or from the horns being sounded by the dense ranks of wizards flying high in every direction around him.
The dark clouds that had hung over the vicinity of New York had long since been left far behind. When Donald happened to look back, all he could see was a vast mass of pale gray cloud blanketing the coastal city.
The torrential rain drifted down from the clouds like a hazy curtain of smoke, lightly sweeping over the land below, which had become flat and distant.
The enormous shadow of the dark clouds stretched and dragged across it as well, cast by the morning sun slanting in from afar.
Outside the clouds, the sunlight must have been warm. Donald could no longer feel it.
At that moment, he was sitting inside a flying car.
Whoosh—
The shrieking in his ears continued for a while longer. Then, as