Layla’s POVThe reaction to my grandfather’s dismembered head was visceral, but no one blamed me. In fact, Hector was silent as he stood holding my hair back while I threw up. He offered no words of comfort because he knew they wouldn’t do much good, and maybe it was the fact that he himself was st
I put out the war cry. •When my mother, Hector, Ella and Xavier finally arrived at the clearing we had agreed to gather at, the whole place teemed with the bodies of all ages, from much older wolves to cub’s years away from their first change.The air was restless, but as soon as their presence r
Layla’s POV Nausea gripped the muscles of my stomach as a sudden and overwhelming sensation of dread swept through my entire body at my mother’s bold declaration. “WHAT?!” someone called out. I watched shocked expressions roll over the faces of my Pack mates, and in any other situation I may hav
It was a rousing speech, and when she finished I could feel goosebumps rise up on my skin. To my surprise however, my Pack mates didn’t fall over themselves to volunteer. In fact, no one moved an inch, and beside the sound of a quickly muffled cough the entire place was silent. I frowned and looke
Layla’s POV Eventually, Hector called the meeting to an end and all the gathered werewolves dispersed. Sounds of their idle murmurings drifted past my ears, and as I listened I couldn’t help noticing that the air around me seemed charged with anticipation. We were all fired up and in a hurry
“Now, High Priestess,” my mother started, “Estella is going to lightly nudge you to do something and if you’re observant enough, you may even pinpoint the exact moment she tries to influence your thoughts. In either case, you’re supposed to think of your mind as a thing protected by walls. How you v
Layla’s POV That was a crystal clear warning, if ever there was one, and I saw the blood drain out of Delphine’s face as Elaine’s words settled through her. It felt good to know that she had a good grasp on the limitations of her powers within the Pack, and if the situation were less tense I woul
She practically skipped back to her spot, beaming with pride as my mother called for a return to order and signalled at the next person (a veteran in his sixties) to come out for a demonstration. He did, and when a minute passed with no visible reactions from him, it became clear that he had master
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