Isabella Martini - POV
"Why can't I come this time?" I whined while Arlo combed his hair and turned around to face me. He was wearing a crisp black three-piece suit with his hair gelled back.
"I want you to stay in here," he said, evading my question.
"And I want a reason for that." I retorted while he walked out of the room, and I followed him out. He stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the button as he turned around to face me.
"We have no idea who is after you, Isabella. And I don't think it is safe for you to travel outside this pack."
"But you would be by my side." I asserted as I got into the elevator with him. Arlo didn't answer as a dark look crossed his face.