I could feel my heart thudding away inside my chest, in a combination of fear and exhilaration, and as I locked gazes with Xavier a voice at the back of my head niggled at me, worried that he would try to press his advantage.This sent a chill down my spine, and all too late it dawned on me that we
Layla’s POVHis movements were unhurried as he approached, but from his expression I could tell that he was not happy with the fact that he had walked into Xavier and I alone. Scratch that, he looked pissed. I felt faint stirrings of dread go through me at the sight of his clenched jaw, and his lip
If anything, I knew that I was a source of mild amusement and irritation to Hector, and I ignored Lea’s whines at my self-deprecating thoughts as I focused on Hector.“I asked you to promise to keep away from members of the Blue Moon Pack,” he informed me without heat. “But I leave you for one momen
Layla’s POVThe unsaid implication of Hector’s words rang around in my head long after I had left the clearing, and as I trekked through the woods towards the direction of my home a sudden feeling of giddiness swept through me. I did my best to tamp it down, but each time I recalled Hector telling
I was on my way up before an odd observation struck me: Lu.She wasn’t the type to sit out an emotional exchange between dad and I, but since coming in I hadn’t seen a peep of her, which set me on edge. It could be that she was still outside with some friends, but I recalled the sounds I had heard
“It’s pathetic that you think you have a shot with him.”“What?”“You’re staring at him all doe-eyed,” she hissed. “Practically begging him to fuck you. Keep it up and they’ll think that we’re all as easy as you.”We were in a room full of werewolves, and I was pretty sure that a large number of the
Layla’s POVThe silence that followed her statement was deafening, but for me it was different because everything inside me came to a sudden halt. I had grown better at spotting patterns in all these months and the situations I found myself in, where I was a scapegoat. Even if nothing pointed to m
Instead, he was calmly forking a cut of stake into his mouth, and I watched in disbelief as he drank from his cup when he was done chewing the meat.“I–I wouldn’t want to throw baseless accusations around,” Delphine started, silencing the murmurs. “It’s my fault, and I’ll accept the punishment as yo