Gabriella’s POV 

“Why am I not allowed when my daughter's life is at stake? Do you know the pain of losing a child?” I yelled, driven by my emotions.

“Hey, you! Accepting you into our tribe doesn't give you the right to barge into our meeting and speak out of turn,” one of the elders rebuked me with disdain.

“I am not just 'hey,' and I have a name. It's Gabriella, and I am the mother of the child you are planning to kill,” I retorted with a sharp edge, showing little regard for their authority. He shook his head in exasperation and scoffed, “We are all aware of that,...