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Isla’s POV

“Max? What is wrong with you?” I gasped at him taking a step back, unable to hide the hurt that was eating away at me. It was a horrible feeling, one that he had never made me experience before.

I saw his eyes return to normal and his face softened as he smiled and reached out for me.

“I’m sorry Isla. I am just exhausted and should not have taken it out on you. Let’s go up to the pack house and we can talk. I have missed you.” He said and I just refused to allow him to touch me even though every inch of my body was screaming out to let him.

I was annoyed that he had spoken to me in that way. Like I was nothing.

It reminded me to much of how Miller used to talk to me when I found out he was my mate.

“I’m going to check on Mora and the baby and see if there’s any news on Cora.” Daniel interrupted us before heading back up in the direction of the pack house.

“So how do you know Harry?” I repeated because I wanted to know, and it felt as if he were hiding