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Isla’s POV

I just watched as Miller ran off into the distance, everything had happened to quickly that there was barely any time to process it.

Max was trying to pull me away from the sight of the dead body that lay mauled just feet away from us.

I turned my attention to Mora and felt my anger sizzle up because this girl had caused so much unnecessary drama in my life, and this was behind a joke now.

“I can’t believe your stupid mate killed him.” She turned around and glared at me, pointing a finger.

How dare she accuse me of being the one in the wrong.

Also, was she stupid?

Miller was not my mate.

Not anymore.

I felt my body start to shift as my wolf pushed forward and forced me to the back. Not even

Max could prevent me from shifting.

Mora’s eyes widened in fear, and she turned to run away from me, but my wolf was far too quick. Grabbing her with one swipe, she tumbled backwards banging her head on the ground and becoming as still as a statue.

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