Layla’s POVAt first I thought that I had misheard, but that was not the case. What was happening could simply be explained as the fact that my brain failed to immediately grasp the enormity of Hector’s message. Until, without warning, it did.My body grew stiff, as an image of Anya flashed through
“So what’s the long term plan?” I asked Hector incredulously. I wasn’t a particularly gifted strategist, but even to my untrained eyes, locking up over seventy percent of the Pack in a coup did not seem very sustainable.Hector frowned, and his eyes narrowed in contemplation as he chewed over my wo
Layla’s POV“Will you be coming back home with me?”I didn’t answer, not immediately at least. Instead I frowned, and as the seconds ticked past without a response from me I sensed a weary acceptance settle over my mate even though his face remained open, expectant. It was something in the way his
It was the desired effect, of course… but had I just witnessed a flash of indecision go through his face?That wouldn’t do, I thought, and as if my legs had a life of their own, I found myself closing the distance between us as he opened his mouth to speak. His gaze widened as I placed a finger on
Layla’s POVMalcolm’s lips pursed sternly as his gaze remained on us after he was done speaking, and it was such a departure from his usual affable expression that I didn’t immediately know what to make of it.Hector and I shared a glance as the seconds ticked past, and in his artic eyes I saw a que
“Because I intend to show you that there is more to this Pack; that it’s not just super powered abilities, and–and the fighting. I brought you here to show you that we are also capable of beauty, and life too… a life that could be yours if you only so much as—”Malcolm broke off suddenly, and in the
Layla’s POVAlmost reflexively, my lips parted with a response ready at the tip of my tongue, but then I stopped to consider his question and realised that he had said something entirely different from what I expected.The words left me dumbstruck, and in the stretch of silence that followed between
“BUT WHY ME?!” I cried out suddenly, cutting him off mid-sentence. I hadn’t meant to. It had just bubbled out.A flash of displeasure crossed his eyes. “I already answered that.” “Yes, you did,” I admitted with a defiant nod. “But I don’t think preserving the ‘Holloway legacy’ is your only reason,