Layla’s POVAnya may not have been the best fighter in our Pack, but what she lacked in strength she more than made up for in speed, and she was never one to let an advantage slide. Somehow though, I managed to keep up with her (though barely), and the only reason for this was probably because of my
I was tempted. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t. Getting invited to a sleepover was something I had longed for for years, especially since I’d had to watch Lu head out a lot when we were kids while I stayed behind.At the same time though, the thought of going put a measure of anxiety inside me. If
“You’ve been training and because of that you think you’re better than me?!”I noticed that even in her show of anger she wasn’t making any moves to physically attack me, and if I was being honest a part of me hoped that she would.I could already feel the adrenaline pumping through me despite my ca
Layla’s POVI obeyed, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as soon as I stepped over the threshold into Anya’s house. I stopped to take in the small hallway that led to the rest of the space for a moment, but I was soon interrupted.“C’mon,” Anya urged with a wave, pulling me out of my thoughts.I
He was a cousin of theirs.I was met with warmth from all of them that surprised me. Aidan even took things a step further by pulling me in for a brief, awkward hug, even though I was still all sweaty from training. This made Tyler ask if he could get a hug, then Olive too. By the end of the intro
We pretended to watch the scene playing out in front of us, but I could feel a budding curiosity inside me that her words had stirred. Maybe it was because of how suddenly vulnerable she sounded in the darkness, instead of being her usual cocky self. Maybe not.Eventually though, I broke the silenc
Layla’s POV“What?!” I cried, sitting up and almost upending the bowl between Anya and me in the process.Luckily her reflexes were as sharp as ever, and before the popcorn could successfully tip over she grabbed it, sending me a dirty look as she set it on the table gently.“Way to go dork,” she mu
I was swallowing when she said this, and as soon as the words registered I started to choke as a kernel went down the wrong pipe.For the next minute Anya hit my back as I hawked up what felt like my entire oesophagus, and it was so intense that Monica’s voice came drifting up from upstairs asking i