Layla’s POV With my heart in my throat, I and my Pack mates surged forward as one with Hector leading at the very helm of our counterattack; and when we clashed with the Hunters, ripples seemed to spread out from the contact point. From then onwards, chaos spread like wildfire. There were too man
As soon as I did, I started to run towards the bunker where all of the children and all those who wouldn’t be able to fight had been barricaded into. Some rogues, I thought, had joined forces with the Hunters—and if my suspicions were correct then they had played a big enough role in making sure th
Layla’s POV A sense of collective defeat seemed to linger in the air after Julian’s words as slowly, myself, Hector and our Pack mates straightened from our crouched fighting positions in surrender. The leader of the Hunters had played his cards masterfully, and as two Hunters dragged me by my un
I could feel my rising indignation, but then at that very moment a movement beside him caught my eyes and I turned to find my mother shaking her head at me. I didn’t need words to interpret the warning, and with a deep exhale I let the tension flow out of me even as Julian continued. “LUCKILY FOR
Layla’s POV Hector was so laser focused on barreling his way to me that after dodging the initial attack, the possibility of another following so soon after the first did not cross his mind. Under the usual circumstances this was not a mistake he would have made, but everything about the day so
Layla’s POV The words came as one continuous chant pouring from all of their mouths and together the Hunters swarmed towards all of us with their fists up, weapons unsheathed—not a hair out of place as they moved with a seeming hive mind. The shock of killing Julian had not worn off, and so I rema
Hector jerked violently in my arms as his entire body tensed up, and his eyes blazed open, darting as he sucked in a lungful of air. It was like I’d just used a defibrillator on him, like I was applying an electric charge to his heart to make it fall into its normal rhythm—and for a moment my plan
Layla’s POV I grasped and reached as far into our connection as I could, but at the end, for all of my troubles I was rewarded with nothing, absolutely nothing. Not even a trace of my mate seemed to remain, and as this realization set in I experienced a moment of sheer terror so bright it made ev
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