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
Hector was a stubborn bastard, and if I could ever hope to bring him back to me then it wouldn’t be by asking him nicely. ‘Hector,’ I boomed through the mindlink, not sure that he could even hear me. ‘YOU CANNOT LEAVE ME. YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME.’ The colors around me dimmed by a fraction, and his t
Layla’s POV First I felt a hot flash of pain as Hector’s sharp teeth broke through skin when he bit, and I winced, fighting down the urge to pull away from him that instinctively came over me. If this temporary discomfort was what it took then I would face it head on, I resolved, steeling my nerve
Layla’s POV I was told later that I had slept for little over a week following the whole fiasco of reviving Hector, getting marked, and losing consciousness; some much deserved rest in my opinion, though to hear the Pack doctors and my friends speak of it, Hector had been insufferable to be around
His smell, the solid feel of him… hell his skin, ruddy and alive… seeing all of these things come together when he had been so close to death’s door… Well, I didn’t know when I started to cry, but before I knew it my face was wet and as I sniffled Hector pulled me closer to himself, petting my hai
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