ISLA

I chose to sit with Isla at breakfast rather than join the clan at the main table.

My decision was primarily made to avoid Liam. Tension is thick at the Ranch this morning, and Erin's phone is still going directly to voicemail. I still don’t know what to make of the conversation I overheard between them last night, and it’s irritating.

I mean, I’m not precious enough to be jealous of them talking to each other, and at present, I have more significant concerns to deal with. I’m worried about Erin, something isn’t right with her, and if I’m honest with myself, it hasn’t been since she moved out.

Erin has always been fiercely independent, which is one of her more admirable traits. Thinking back to the conversation we had on my arrival to the Ranch and her supposed knowledge of other supernatural communities outside of my family, those words have been playing on my mind since I woke up. That, combined with my dream about Isla last night, has me on edge.