Aaron’s POV Isla was determined to face that evil old witch and I admired her courage to do so. Mrs Jenkins was pure evil, the fact that she openly admitted to destroying Pembroke left me speechless. The question of why still remained unclear but I was sure that we would get to the bottom of it eventually. I watched as she walked towards the packhouse leaving me and my beta with sasha. They seemed like they were becoming comfortable with each other which was great to see. “Beta Nigel, we need to attend this house where Mrs Jenkins lived. I want Isla guarded and her every move watched. She is not to access the prisoners. Mrs Jenkins is a dangerous witch and I’m unsure if Isla’s wolf will keep from taking over her next time. If she kills that old witch then we will not get the answers that we need.” My beta nodded and turned to Sasha. “I will not be long.” He started to say but I raised my hand. “No, I will go alone with the other pack warriors. I want you to remain here a
Aaron’s POV. Emma's voice trembled with disbelief and familiarity as she uttered my name. Her wide-eyed expression hinted at a more profound connection, one that lurked beneath the surface of her current predicament. Instinctively, I tightened my grip, shielding her from potential harm. "Emma? How do you know who I am?" I questioned, my voice filled with both curiosity and concern. I gently set her down on her feet, allowing her a moment to steady herself, her fragile frame swaying slightly. The young girl's lips quivered as she struggled to find the words. "I... I heard stories about you, about the Alpha who would protect us." Her voice was barely above a whisper as if the weight of her trauma prevented her from speaking louder. "They said you were our last hope." My heart sank as I comprehended the depth of her suffering. Mrs Jenkins' cruel actions had extended far beyond the boundaries of our pack. She had been tormenting innocent beings, exploiting their vulnerability
Isla’s POV “She is dead. I killed that bitch," I spat through gritted teeth, my voice filled with bitter satisfaction. The weight of those words hung heavy in the air, releasing a toxic mix of anger and triumph that intoxicated my senses. Emma gasped at my admission while Aaron sat observing me, not taking his eyes off me. “Isla, where are you going with this?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. “ that baby was Mora’s, and my sister took her on as her own with Miller. And now their dead because of that evil Mrs Jenkins, who we have locked up downstairs in the cells. I want to go and personally kill her myself.” “Isla, no. You can’t be doing that. I still have questions for her. She cannot do any more damage locked up down there. She is fully guarded and unable to escape.” Aaron assured me, but I frowned. She was evil and more clever than any of us could ever realise. “She knew who I was when she first looked at me,” I grumbled. “So Emma. Tell me. What was it your mo
Aaron’s POV It won't be easy facing my family's disapproval, but I know they will come around once they see that Isla is my everything. As a hybrid, Isla possesses incredible powers and strength, making her an asset to our pack. However, I also worry about the dangers of her hybrid nature. The fact that Emma's mother was murdered just for withholding information about the hybrid baby proves that others may try to harm Isla or our loved ones. It's a terrifying thought, and it keeps me on constant high alert. I can't let my guard down for a moment. Isla's safety, as well as the safety of our pack, depends on it. Isla is worth fighting for, and I will stop at nothing to ensure her safety. We will face the challenges ahead, united and stronger than ever. No matter what obstacles we encounter, our love will prevail. My father and brother may challenge me for my alpha status once they hear of Isla’s true identity. It ripped my father apart when my mother died in that attack. T
Isla’s POV Walking away from Aaron as he informed me that he planned to call upon my mother made me feel a mixture of emotions. My mother. It had been a while since I had seen her. Of course, I missed her. However, Aaron was my mate, and I could not let my hybrid nature be known if his family rejected me. After what had happened to his mother when he was young, I understood the reason why but I hated having to hide who I indeed was. Being distant from my own family was a choice I had made to be able to live peacefully with my mate. He was my world and more, and I would do anything for him. However, with everything going on, it wasn't easy to keep that side of me silent. Cleo yearned to be in control, to rip that bitch Mrs Jenkins apart. She thought she was going around destroying hybrids for their powers. She had so much to answer for. All the innocent lives she had taken, and all for what exactly? Some greed to be known as the most powerful in the witch and werewolf realm. Sh
Isla’s POV I approached Emma's bedside, my heart heavy with sadness. I gently took her hand in mine, my voice trembling. "Hang on, Emma. We won't let anything happen to you. We'll find a way to break this spell and bring you back home." Just then, the pack doctor, Mr Harris, burst into the room, his eyes scanning the scene urgently. "What happened?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "She's under a spell, Doctor," I explained, my voice strained. The doctor examined Emma carefully, his hands hovering over her motionless form. "This is powerful magic," he muttered, his brow furrowing. "It will take time, but I'll do everything possible to break it." As the doctor began his work, Emma's face contorted with pain, her body writhing on the bed. Aaron gripped my hand tightly, his eyes filled with fear and determination. We both knew that time was running out. I had to do something. “I can do a protection spell to help ease her pain while we work on reversing the sp
Isla’s POV Emma's smile widened, her eyes glittering with determination. "I believe you, Luna. Together, we will bring her down and protect others from her manipulations." Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door shattered the intensity of the room. Sasha, her face etched with worry, stepped inside. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she rushed towards us. “Oh, Emma, I'm so relieved to see you safe," she said, her voice quivering with relief and concern. Emma embraced Sasha tightly, gripped by gratitude and a shared sense of security. Her voice trembled slightly as she replied, "Thanks to Luna, I'm okay now. We're in this together, and we won't let Mrs Jenkins get away with her actions." Sasha pulled away slightly, her eyes mirroring my fierce determination. "You're not alone, Emma. We'll stand up to her and ensure she faces the consequences of her deeds." “I won't let Mrs Jenkins get away with this," I declared firmly, my voice infused with determination. The weigh
Isla’s POV My mother? Her presence surprised me, as I hadn't expected to see her here. There was a mix of emotions swirling within me - a combination of joy, anxiety, and uncertainty. It had been so long since I had last seen her, and our relationship had been complicated. "M-Mother," I stammered, my eyes darting between her and the pack doctor, unsure how to react. "Wh-what are you doing here?" A soft smile played on her lips as she stepped further into the room. "I heard of your triumph, Isla," she replied, her voice carrying a note of tenderness I hadn't heard in years. "I couldn't stay away any longer. I had to see the incredible warrior and mother you've become." Her admission struck a chord within me, reminding me of the years of estrangement that had plagued our relationship. I had grown up longing for her approval, her love, and yet every attempt to reach out had been met with walls and distance. The pain lingered, doubts clouding my mind as I questioned her