Fast forward 16 years to find Isla Castiel, brunette bombshell in training -- the striking image of her mother and father combined, angrily packing her bags and stuffing everything she owend in them. From the day her father died until now, Isla was blamed for his death and her mother had never forgiven her. Even the quiet resentment of what happened that night was palpable when Isla was a mere child. She tried. Everyday of her life, Isla tried to be a good daughter, to make up for something she wasn't old enough to understand. The older she got, the more resentful her mother became, and the more she pushed Isla away. Halfway through her sophomore year, Isla had finally reached her breaking point. A face to face screaming match with her mother ending in the three words and eight letters she always feared hearing the most.

If it wasn't for the generosity of her extended family, Isla knew she would find herself without a proper home, with nowhere to go, and with no real chance of survival. Her mothers sister, Dinah, offered a helping hand a place to crash while Isla figured things out. They had spent countless hours and days attempting to reason with Lorene, but the truth was, Isla was never going to go home. There was never going to be a day when that door opened and her mother welcomed her back with open arms. After the proper emancipation papers were signed and dated, Isla was officially no one's. Dinah and Ted kept their door open for her and more often than not, she'd find herself curled up on their couch at the end of the day. She lived with them throughout the rest of high school and was able to experience having a family in a way her mother had never shown her.

After high school, the plan was for Isla to move on to college full time and helping her uncle run his gym whenever it was convenient for her. As much as he loved having her around, he knew the blonde needed to move on and get an education before she found herself stuck in the city of Seattle like so many of his students had in the past. Isla was for this idea for a long time, having made plans to attend college nearby and help on the weekends when it was busiest.

One thing she hadn't planned for, however, was joining a band. Music was never her thing and frankly, she wasn't really the best singer as far as she knew. Regardless, Isla had fallen in with a group of like-minded musicians and found that most of her free time wasn't spent at the gym, but in fact in smoky garages writing music with her new found friends. Originally, she had no intention of singing, but every once in a while, she would get dragged on stage and introduced as the brains behind the band and her group would make her sing with them. After a while, Isla realized she actually liked the attention and wanted to be up on stage more and more, and eventually she became a permanent fixture in the band as more than just the pen behind the words.

The band was a good way for a girl in her late teens and early twenties to explore the world. Isla had always had very strong opinions and an even stronger personality, so she used the band as a platform for advocacy and rebellion both. A lot of the rift between her mother and herself later on came from Isla's so called teenage rebellion. The gym kept her grounded, this much had always been very apparent, but raging hormones and raging opinions at that time in her life caused her to be a bit of a handful. With her attention split in 3 different directions, she was quick to burn out and eventually stopped being as helpful as she would have liked to have been at the gym.

As time went on, more and more of her focus went to music and less to her actual responsibilities. She scraped through the rest of her courses in school, but once her pens were capped and her exams finished, Isla loaded up in a van with four of her friends and together they started a west coast tour. This went on for about a year, and Isla couldn't wait to go home and share the stories with her family. There was one particular piece of big news that she was excited to share with them.

While on the west coast tour, two things happened to her. Her band was picked up for a cross-country tour and record deal, which turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. And during that time, her uncle had moved Wildecat from Seattle to Boston to open up a sister location. It stung to learn that the plans they had talked about for so long were now underway without her being in the mix, but Isla's excitement overpowered her disappointment and she knew eventually, she would find herself wherever Wildecat planted roots.

The band underwent a small change in members when the lead singer was asked to step aside for Isla, who had a differnt sound all together. This created a bit of drama within the members, but they trudged forward in order to stick to the tour agreement. The tour hit most major cities, as well as smaller ones known for having a large underground music scene. By the time the band and the bus had made it to the east coast, the final stop being in Boston, they called it quits.

Having taken courses between her time at Wildecat and with the band, Isla jfound her way to her uncle in search for a new job. Her eager and bright mind full of ideas on how to expand and make it into something bigger than they could have imagined. With a business degree in one hand and plans for the new gym in the other, Ted and Isla set out to Boston and began building their dreams from the rubble up, combining their visions and ideas into one of the cities most prominent martial arts training centers. They were easily recognized as a team and their excellent community work from back west had brought plenty of inquiries from all over the greater Boston area. It was no time at all before this branch of Wildecat had blossomed into what it is now, one of the most impressive training centers on the east coast. Something Isla and Ted have both been proud of for a very long time.

It goes without saying that when a presence as large as Isla's enters a city, people notice. Although she had always kept to herself, more focused on her work than anything else, the attention she was grabbing hadn't gone unnoticed by her. She knew, and she used it to her advantage, too. Isla's guile and intrigue caught the attention of some well known names in the business, and before too long, she was under contract and fighting professionally.

It took a while to get used to the traveling and constant attention, but eventually Isla soaked it all in and reveled in the fact that only a handful of years ago, she was a motherless orphan and now she was on the rise and known for being one of the toughest fighters in the country. Between the ages of 23 and 26, Isla had fallen in love with a college professor and the two eloped, marrying after a very quick romance. The marriage had officially ended a year after the two of them adopted a Vietnamese orphan.

If it weren't for the volatile and physically abusive relationship between she and her husband, Isla never would have gone back to the gym to work in a new self denfese program, integrating it into what they had already taught and going to the BPD for referrals. In three years time, Wildecat became not only the most prominent martial arts training gym in Boston, but home to the best womens self defense classes, taught by Isla herself.

Finding that being a mother, a trainer, and traveling to fight was exhausting, Isla cut her contract to focus on her life at home. Without a father, her daughter only had her to look up to and Isla knew more than well enough that she needed to be a bigger figure in her child's life. Until she was old enough to go to school, Isla brought her daughter to the gym with her every single day, and over the years, Cynthia Lee has become more or less the mascot of Wildecat. At the end of her sixth grade year, the decision to send Cyn to boarding school was made and she will be attending Sparhawk School until she graduates.

It's been mostly smooth sailing since moving to Boston. In early 2013, the decision to hand down ownership to the orignal Wildecat gym was made and Ted and Dinah moved to Boston permanently to be more involved with all of what Isla has built. In her spare time, Isla began helping her aunt at her newly relocated flower shop, and together they opened Sherwood Florist, a shop that Isla is particularly attached to thanks to her clever play on words.

Twice since Isla's first marriage has she found herself in time consuming relationships. The first came to a disastrous halt on the night of the rehearsal dinner when she and ex-husband, Craig Windrow, decided re-marrying wasn't going to fix their previous problems with one another. More recently, her early 2015 marriage to Hal Carter had turned out to be what she had waited her entire life to find. Although she had never wanted the cookie cutter lifestyle, their relationship had given her a new hope towards the future. He had turned out to be one of the most sincere and amazing people she had come to know throughout the years and over the last year, they had been through hell and back together.

Most recently, the two celebrated finding out that Isla was pregnant, despite having many difficulties getting pregnant in the past with her ex-husband. The two couldn't have been happier together and they announced it at their public wedding ceremony in May. A month and some change later, they found out that the pregnancy was unsuccessful and they began to drift apart. It was in July when they decided to finally call it quits, and in September, Isla finally asked for a divorce.