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Isla’s POV

I felt my frustration boil over, my emotions bubbling up like a cauldron on the verge of overflowing. "Once what, Mother? What are you hiding from me?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. The weight of the situation was becoming unbearable, and I couldn't bear the thought of my mother keeping vital information from me.

My mother's eyes pleaded with me, a mix of sorrow and pain etched across her face. "Isla, please understand that there are things I cannot reveal to you right now. It's for your own safety," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the pulsating silence of the cell block.

Frustration surged through me, threatening to engulf all rationality. "My safety? What about our pack's safety? How can I protect them if I'm kept in the dark?" I fired back, the words dripping with a desperation that mirrored the pounding of my heart.

Mrs. Jenkins cackled from her cell, enjoying the power she held over us all. "Oh, the sweet