Layla’s POVHector was silent for a long moment as he stared sightlessly out into the crowd. He looked deep in thought, and as the moment stretched out a feeling of deep unease bloomed inside my chest. I could reach for the mindlink between us, tug it to check and see if there was anything I could
I may have even snickered, but that was only because of how good it felt to see the tables turned on her for once.It was taboo to put the chosen Luna and a High Priestess under the Alpha Command according to werewolf tradition—but that was where the limitations ended. Every other person was fair ga
Layla’s POVNot long after Hector had made his exit, the welcome banquet for the Blue Moons came to its natural end.Delphine was the first to leave. Shortly after the doors closed shut behind our Alpha, she straightened up to her feet from the bow and shot me a poison-filled glare, before turning
The Fabrini household thrived on omissions, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon.“Be safe,” my father told me as I started to leave the hall.I almost snorted at this, but somehow I kept my composure and with a noncommittal noise I made my way out of the hall, ignoring the eyes that pressed
‘He doesn’t need us.’‘How do you know that?’ my wolf shot back.I rolled my eyes, letting out a huff of annoyance.‘J–Just because, okay?! I just know it.’Lea shook her head in disappointment, and it struck me as an oddly human gesture.‘That isn’t even an excuse.’It didn’t look like she was goin
Layla’s POVHector’s hand was swollen almost beyond recognition at the sites around his injury, and even though the bleeding had stopped I could see the shards of glass still embedded in his palms. In the light filtering in behind him from the doorway, they gave off a grotesque glint and my vision
I held his gaze for only the Moon Goddess knew how long before clearing my throat and looking away quickly.“You should head out,” I told Hector, swallowing as I stood up in front of him and immediately set about gathering the tools I had used. “I’ll clean this up first.”“Layla.”The sound of my na
Layla’s POVHis lips curved up in a wry smile at my question, and I tried to ignore the sense of déjà vu that swept through me in that moment by returning my attention to the well-stocked fridge.Within moments of scanning through what was available, I knew what I would be making for dinner.The pla