Page 76 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

“I know. At least now we’ll end this.” Josephine placed a hand on his folded arms.

“It won’t be easy.”

Josephine stepped closer and placed her other hand on his arms. “Nothing worth fighting for is ever easy.”

Barth unfolded his arms and hugged her again.

I slipped away into the night, leaving a vampire and werewolf to reconnect, to start a new future. I had a future with Isabel. A future now where the world wasn’t out to keep us apart.

The longer I was away from her, the more certain I was that our being together was the most important thing ever. Every fiber of my being said I needed to be by Isabel’s side. Now.

Chapter thirty-seven

Isabel

My life had changed so much since Dante came into it. So many revelations fell from my former professors that my head still spun. Vampires and werewolves used to be one species. Who would have thought such a thing was possible? And the fact Silas was a descendant of the warlock who had split us in two. I was relieved his obsession with me turning him into a vampire wasn’t all my fault.

I returned to the infirmary, leaving Lucian to see the professors out of the castle when they left that was. They could discuss whatever they wanted, butthe vote was clear that vampires would no longer kill werewolves. Not that I would have now I loved Dante.

Dante strode through the doors, his intense gaze settled on my face as he reached me, lifted me from the chair, and hugged me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and hung on.

“How did it go?” I asked.

“Good. Barth offered to help look for a way to help Asher.” His voice rumbled through his chest beside my face. “How is he?”

“No change I’m afraid.”

The defeat pouring through his body sagged every muscle in my embrace.

“Come, sit with him,” I said, releasing him from my arms.

Dante shifted back to his human shape. I found him a spare set of clothes in the infirmary cupboards that I kept there for the times human blood donors needed them. We sat in chairs by the bedside watching Asher for any change.

The door opened and Maximus walked in with my old professor Ludwig.

“Ugh, here comes Vampire One,” Dante said.

I chuckled. “Vampire One?”

“He never told me his name.”

“I’ll introduce you,” I said stepping forward in front of Professor Ludwig. “Professor Ludwig, this is Dante and his brother Asher. Dante this is Professor Ludwig Von Tulson.”

Dante stuck out his hand. Professor Ludwig glared at it for a moment and then shook it.

“I arrived to assess your patient,” he said, his chin tilting higher as though werewolves were beneath him and he was wasting his time.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Professor Ludwig was our healer teacher at the academy. He taught us how to helpvampires when they were injured so they could heal quickly, and he also taught us how to heal humans if we’d accidentally injured them. When I was working in the war as a nurse, I only understood the most basic care.”

Professor Ludwig moved toward Asher, but Dante stepped in front of him and folded his arms over his chest.

“It’s all right. Professor Ludwig is a doctor and veterinarian. He taught me how to set up the intravenous blood transfusion I gave you that saved your life.”

Dante didn’t move though.

“He’s also my grandsire.”

“I’m many things. Surprised is one right now. You were my best student, Isabel. I never would have thought you’d allow a werewolf into your life,” Professor Ludwig said. “Especially after what we taught you at the academy.”

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