Layla’s POVThroughout the next week, things continued in the same vein, and it didn’t look like they would be changing for a while.True to his word, Hector kept out of my way, and even though this set off a ball of mixed emotions inside me, I was determined to take advantage of it. Lu continued t
The few who caught me probably assumed that I was paying close attention because I was looking to be let into the ranks of the Pack warriors, and in another life they might have even been correct. The only obstacle I ran into was Lu, who seemed to be breathing over my shoulders at every possible op
“Lu!”“—and left him with Layla… a bastard that should never even have existed in the first place.”Our gazes locked, and I saw an ugly, smug hatred shine through hers. Her lips twisted with scorn as she directed her words at me this time.“Because that’s what you are, Layla,” she said. “And the fac
Layla’s POVBy the time I felt myself grimacing it was already too late. I watched Lu reel away from the blow, stumbling back into her chair until it tipped over and she crumpled to the floor.Then there was silence.My sister scrambled quickly up to her feet, using one hand to hold onto the table f
His eyes flickered up to mine and he trailed off, probably due to the fact that even he could sense the bullshit in his apology from a mile off.I wasn’t even two years older than Lu, and even though this was the first time he’d ever apologised to me on her behalf, basing it on the almost non-existe
Layla’s POVDad didn’t immediately respond to me. Instead, he blinked before proceeding to stare blankly for a long moment, and in that space of time I entertained the faint possibility that my request had given him mental whiplash.I wouldn’t blame him. After all, we had just come from everything
… Even if it took a month, a year, or ten to find myself, he would be there; and while I didn’t quite believe this, I held onto the hope anyway since it made letting go easier.I had already packed earlier in the afternoon before I went out to the training fields. My duffle bag needed to look like I
I kept my pace casual and unhurried, continuing on the path to Anya’s so that later on any potential witnesses would say they had seen me on the way there, and as I walked the note folded in my breast pocket that I had addressed to Hector seemed to burn a hole there, even though several layers of fa