Isla’s POV

Cleo was going crazy that I had just walked away from our mate. I pushed her to the back of my minds 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 she Wolf in front of me. She’s the one that Max had his...