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’
Layla’s POVThe silence that accompanied Malcolm’s suggestion was so pure that the sound of a pin dropping might’ve registered to all of us at that moment in the same way a small explosion would. That was how quiet the room was, and as I watched the eyes of the Committee members narrow to slits whi
“IT IS ALREADY IN JEOPARDY!” Malcolm snapped, finally losing his patience. “THOSE BASTARDS ARRANGED TO HAVE HER TAKEN AWAY, AND NOW YOU—!”“Malcolm,” I heard my mate call out in a level tone.The sound of his name seemed to reassert something inside him, because my grandfather clamped his lips shut,