Layla’s POVIn the wake of my actions, the entire training field turned as silent as a graveyard, and even though I would’ve given practically anything to turn and take in the stunned reactions of everyone around me I resisted the urge to. Stunned, Morgan swallowed, and the movement of her throat b
Layla’s POVI let out a muffled groan as I slammed to the ground, rolling through the dirt floor like a rag doll, and my ears picked up the sound of the crowd descending into pandemonium around me but there was nothing I could do about it.My chest was a maze of pain, and if it weren’t for the sound
“You should’ve taken me out when you still had the chance to.”That was all she said. One moment, there was some distance between us, but in the next she seemed to materialise in front of me, and I heard the sound of my cheek bone fracturing as she backhanded me even before I felt it. My chest was
Layla’s POVI was aware of nothing—not the physical or mental strains I had suffered in my fight with Morgan; not even my own body.Nothing existed beyond the smooth wall of obsidian darkness for the first few moments, and then I felt something. A warm glow started pulsing through me, chasing out t
There was also an incessant whooshing sound coming from her, and a few moments passed before I realised that it was… the sound of blood pumping through her veins?No, I thought to myself, that couldn’t be. Werewolves had enhanced hearing capabilities, but to pick up on these kinds of things I would’
Layla’s POVMy first kill, I thought to myself, letting out a steady breath.This was the predominant thought on my mind as I gazed at Morgan’s glassy-eyed stare, which looked up into the clear blue sky above us.I could’ve tried convincing myself that they wouldn’t remain forever sightless, but the
‘Can you smell?’ I asked Lea cautiously.My heart raced in my chest as hope twisted around inside it, and when my wolf drew back at my question before giving a small cautious nod, her eyes widening like she had only just realised it, I didn’t feel relieved.Instead, I felt afraid. What sort of powe
Hector’s POVI was in the middle of a Zoom call with Michael McKenzie—the current Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack and Xavier’s father—discussing possible ways to further solidify the fragile alliance we were building between our Packs, when I felt it. Or rather, its lack.It was this absence that made
Dear readers, And that’s the end of it. Unbelievable, I know. I didn’t want to write an author’s note until I was absolutely finished with this, and now I am. The journey through telling the story of Hector and Layla has transformed me in ways I hadn’t thought possible—financially, mentally, cre
For years I had been afraid, unable to defend myself as people scorned me, and dictated who I was, where I stood. But none of that remained the case now. I had my mother, who was flawed and awkward, but perfect, I had a cousin who slightly terrified me. I had a grandfather, who had sacrificed h
Layla’s POV There was an edge of something dangerous in his tone even as he kneaded my ass playfully, and I shivered. My pulse raced. “I–It wasn’t intentional.” “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t,” he murmured in something like pride. “My Little Wolf isn’t so little anymore, is she?” I swallowed in the
This time I forced my throat to open wider, taking him deeper, and Hector’s body bucked as my mouth worked over him; before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from me, grabbing me and throwing me back onto the bed. His weight settled over me as he pinned my wrists up over my head, and I ar
Layla’s POV Lust burned hot in my brain, making it impossible to think of anything beyond Hector. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around me as he carried me across Pack grounds, and his earthy wild male scent which left me powerless to resist his charms—all of these resulted in a sudden
“They WILL come, and right now you decide how ready you will be when they finally come at us.” She paused to let the meaning of her words sink in before finishing: “Now, I’ll invite my mother to come and take over; you can direct any questions you have at her.” The sound of a chair scraping acros
Hector’s POV The Sanguis Pack conference hall was more packed than I had ever seen it. It teemed with visiting werewolves from all over the globe, all seated, and as the sounds they made traveled to me (chairs creaking, the steady drone of air conditioning, and people with heads close together sp
My whole body felt as taut as a string, and tears stung my eyes as I watched her let her emotions settle. “Sorry about that,” my mother apologized after some time, swallowing. I noticed her hands in her laps, trembling. “I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.” She paused to gather her thoughts b
Layla’s POV With a tucked-in T shirt, denim jeans, and hair cropped just below her chin, Elaine Holloway looked much better than she had when I last saw her… which wasn’t that high of a bar when I actually thought about it. I mean, she had been standing next to the man who kept her captive for al