Dancing doll

The warm air carried the aroma of delicious food to his nostrils. Even though his stomach was rumbling with hunger he didn't give it much importance as he was persistent on his demand of getting out of that place. 

"Just get me out of here I don't want to feel at home." His voice was quite low this time and his tone wasn't as demanding towards the man it used to be. Maybe it was because now he knew that he was his maternal uncle.

One thing he got to know and it was that the man he just met is the father of his mother. He didn't understand why none of his parents ever talked about that side of his family but at that moment Isabella was more important to him than anything else. He could feel that she was in trouble even though he couldn't talk to his wolf.