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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