Miller’s POV I looked around, trying hard not to panic all the while dread filled me. My stomach was in knots and my heart pumping away like it was about to break through my chest. Where could she be? She had gone with Esmeralda to talk and now I could not find either of them. I couldn’t see her and not could I pick up her scent. Nothing. It was as if she had never existed. “Isla?” I yelled before jumping into the air as my body shifted into my wolf. She had to be out there somewhere. I needed to find her and protect her. After about an hour of running through the forest, I stopped to catch a breath and some water from a small stream. It was beautiful out here. Suddenly out of nowhere, I felt a sharp pain ripple through my back leg causing me to whimper and slow down. I was shocked to see that two other wolves surrounded me, not as big as my own but baring their teeth and snarling like a pair of hungry hyenas. They must have hidden their scents as I sho
“Isla?” A strange but extremely comforting voice sounded out to me, and I could not help but feel very much at ease. I blinked a few times and carefully looked around. I did not see anything or anybody, but neither could I pick up anyone's scent. I imagined this. Ok, yes. That was it. In a moment or two I would wake up and see that this was all just a silly dream. “Please, do not be alarmed. I am here for you, to help you.” The voice came again, much more softly this time. “Where are you?” I stuttered, beginning to feel a little uncomfortable at not knowing where this voice was coming from. “Here.” I looked up and gasped, covering my mouth with my hand as I took in the figure standing over me. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with long fiery hair that flowed down her shoulders, her bright sea-blue eyes as big as saucers and a cute button nose which sat above a huge beaming smile. Her lips were bright red, matching her hair. She wore a black dress to her knees
Isla's POV I found myself back in the packhouse, surrounded by blood-splattered walls. Bodies were lying all over the place, lifeless. Some even had limbs missing. It made me want to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth. My own blood boiled as anger raced through me. This was all Max’s fault. He was going to regret all of this. How dare he! “Isla, remember what your grandfather told you, keep your eyes ahead, let's not get distracted. Max will see you get weaker and take advantage.” Crystal whispered to me as we made our way up the stairs. I remembered that I had been on the middle floor when my mother had pulled me into that cupboard, so i9 was certain that she would be there. Crystal followed me and suddenly I came to the second floor. It was eerily silent, but then the closer we got to the first room on the left, there were voices. Cora and Miller. They were alive. My heart was beating like crazy while happiness washed over me from head to toe. "Isla." Cora
Miller’s POV I could hardly believe that Max was finally gone, Isla had seen him for what he truly was and as for Mora. Well, that whore was history. How did I ever choose her over Isla? Isla was free from them both now. I could not help but feel crazy about her. She was so beautiful. Now she would be willing to give me a second chance. “Isla, I am so happy that you are safe.” I hugged her and she laughed pushing me away as her cheeks went a little red. “I can’t believe they are gone.” She said shaking her head in disbelief. “But I need to know that my mother is safe. My grandfather said she needs me.” Isla turned back to Crystal who nodded and took her hand into hers. “We will find her and take her back.” Crystal stated and I knew I needed to help them find Esmeralda. The pack house was going to be a complete and utter nightmare to go through, I dreaded all the lifeless bodies that we would be met with. “Is anyone in there alive?” Isla mumbled and I ho
Isla’s POV Cleo was going crazy that I had just walked away from our mate. I pushed her to the back of my mind and ignored her hurt whimpers. I needed to stay focused and find my mother in this hell hole somewhere. Cleo had to understand that. Alpha Aaron could wait. I find myself standing in the doorway of the pack house, wondering where she could be. Where is she? “Help me.” I heard a voice say from a bundle of lifeless bodies along the corridor of the first floor. I recognise that dirty, filthy little Wolf in front of me. She’s the one that Max had his tongue down before the pack went into attack mode. How was she still alive and so many others dead? I wanted to rip her apart, but she was pregnant, and I knew that she would not be able to shift. It would be easy to eliminate her, just like Mora and Max. Who did she think that she was anyway? “You were the one kissing Max. I saw you. Is that his dirty pup inside your be
Isla’s POV “I am so glad that you are ok. Please tell me Max is no longer a problem?” She said and squeezed my hand as I nodded. He was long gone and would not be coming back. Crystal grinned. “Isla was amazing; she fought like there was no tomorrow, and I’m so proud of her.” Her eyes rested on me, and for a second, I swear I saw a tear. “Crystal, you're here, I can’t believe it. What’s going on?” “Oh, Esmeralda, you were too weak to make it through the portal. You used all your strength and power to ensure that your daughter got through.. of course, you did the right thing. We are so pleased to have her in our lives where she belongs finally. Father is waiting for us. We came back for you.” Crystal said all at once that I was starting to get a headache. “ Are you coming with us? Crystal wanted to know, and I could tell she dreaded my answer. I sighed heavily, not wanting to hurt anyone. My wolf
Miller’s POV It has been a day since me and Cora arrived back at Pembroke. I was seriously considering stepping down as the alpha, but later this afternoon, the elders would arrive to discuss what they felt would be best in going forward for Pembroke. It was extraordinary to be back here at Pembroke. I had no heir and no Luna. What could I even offer anyone anymore? Isla did not want me, and my chosen mate had turned out to be nothing more than a stupid, foolish user who had met her death. Not that I could blame Isla for killing her. I was sitting by the lake, dipping my toes into the water and listening to the birds chirping in the sky, when I heard a rustle of leaves and twigs breaking from somewhere close behind me. Then I heard a slight growl and a whimper of fear, which made my heart sink a little: Why did that whimper sound just like Cora? What was she doing out here? It was barely even six am, and I would usually b
Alpha Aaron POV Since I found her that day, I felt like I had finally found my missing piece. She smelt so good, and her scent instantly intoxicated me. She was beautiful, more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. I was devastated when she left to go to the coven. It had been hard to go through that pack, clearing out all those bodies, knowing she was not by my side and finding out what she had been through. It made me mad all at the same time. The omega that was pregnant was so cross with her for kissing her so-called mate. I was glad Max was out of the way, but this omega had caused my mate pain, and I was not happy about it. Not one bit. She was lucky that she had been let off lightly, but Isla was much more important to me than anyone else. Of course, she had already been through so much and probably did not want another mate. I was different, though. Ever since I was a young pup, I had dreamt of finding my mate and Luna. She would be eve