It sounded vaguely familiar, and I looked away from Reno in time to catch the look that passed between my mate and grandfather. “Who is Julius Fraser?” I asked, and for a long moment it looked like no one would answer me. But then Hector sighed. “Julius Fraser, the CEO of Fraser Inc.”Immediately
Layla’s POVI left the room in a daze with an open pit in my stomach as Reno’s words replayed themselves in my head, over and over again. There didn’t seem to be an end in sight, and as I mulled over her suspicions, Hector and Malcolm (who’d exited the room before me) conversed in tense tones. “…
No single Hunter guild surpassed the Fraser’s in terms of the devastation they’d wreaked upon our kind—damage they’d been inflicting for as long as memory served. Their hatred for us was legendary, and despite their philanthropic front they put up amongst humans like themselves, we werewolves knew
Layla’s POVThe sound of excited murmurs, loud laughter and shuffling feet travelled in from all directions in the main Pack House; but in the corner I picked to sit and observe (a rarely used hallway at the highest floor of the house, which had an alcove that let me look out on the goings-on outsid
Layla’s POVSave the occasional question, Xavier and I didn’t exchange many words as we made our way through various hallways and stairs to our destination. My heart was beating so fast from anxiety I feared the entire Pack would hear it, and the Blue Moon heir must’ve sensed this because even thou
She stretched out a hand to me that I took, and I marveled at the strength of her grip. “None of them mention how lovely you are though,” the woman continued. “Agnes Stockwell, pleased to make your acquaintance.”Of course, I had known who she was as soon as I laid eyes on her, but that didn’t make
Layla’s POVUnsealing a memory would always be an agonising process. I knew that from experience, and so I had to admit that I was pretty impressed at how the Committee members handled the situation. There were sharp hisses, and most of them clutched their heads as they squeezed their eyes shut. Bu
Layla’s POVI saw my grandfather stop to consider his response for a long moment.“Fifteen years, give or take.”No one said anything, but I caught the looks passed, which told me more than words ever would in circumstances like this. They had been willing to listen as soon as they heard of Julius’