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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