Layla wiped the steam off the mirror to look at her face. It was rounder than usual, but that was expected with pregnancy, she supposed.It was also to be expected that she wasn’t allowed out of bed.She rolled her eyes just before the knock came on the bathroom door. Wasn’t she allowed to soak in the tub in peace? She wrapped a towel around her hair and then grabbed another to dry her body. She stopped at her slightly rounded stomach and put her hand over it. As she did every morning, she silently begged for forgiveness from her unborn child. And like every morning, she wasn’t sure what she was apologising for. From all the whispers she heard around the pack, she knew this child was causing waves. The future king or queen. Jackson’s heir. But she still couldn’t wholly reconcile with the fact that they expected her just to leave her baby. The knock came again, drawing her out of her thoughts. “Layla? Are you ready?”She sighed and wrapped the towel around herself.“Yes.”The door o
Jackson stopped at the start of one of the trails into the woods and clenched his fists. Why the fuck was he even bothering? It had been just over a month since a mob had set on her daughter, and that fucking woman hadn’t even bothered to make an appearance. He ran through the woods every morning with the same result. What kind of mother did that? Why did she show up at all if she wasn’t there to help?Layla needed to know who she was. He needed to know. She’d picked up the things he had taught her so quickly as if it had been her nature all along, and she was getting stronger. Every morning, when she was asleep and not guarding her mind, he sensed the presence of something greater within her. How would he teach her to hide it if he didn't know what it was? Her mother was still in his woods, hiding under their noses. Couldn't she teach her how to do the same? Without that, Layla would get caught before his body was cold.He growled and turned away from the trail to head for the gate
Jackson took another moment to regain his strength before he started walking home. Blood oaths required powerful magic; they tended to take a lot out of the people who did them. It had taken too long to convince Chase that it was the right thing to do, and in doing so, he may have said too much. Chase probably thought he’d gone mad, but there had also been a small amount of pity in the air. At least it was done now. Layla and his child would have someone else protecting them besides Dylan, Diedre and Micah. But he’d been out too long. His anxiety had been a bitch lately, especially with him waiting for the doom he was sure was coming. He didn’t like being away from Layla. It took him longer than he wanted to walk back to his territory. He’d never done a blood oath with anyone before, so he hadn’t expected it to knock Cain off his feet and make him feel weak. He was about to walk out of the forest when he caught a weak scent in the breeze. He tensed and sniffed the air. With Cain o
Layla held the silver chain with both hands and then looked up at Jackson. Jax, as Dylan kept calling him. It felt weird on her tongue because calling him by that name suggested they were closer than they were. “Nothing? No tingles?” Jax asked. “Nothing.”Jax’s body relaxed as if he had been expecting the worst. “This is one of the ways the Hunters like to torture us,” he explained as he took the chain from her with his bare hands. She frowned at his words as she watched him place the chain back in the box he had brought up to the bedroom after her breakfast. “How?”“Silver poisons us. They use it as a test when they suspect someone is a werewolf,” Jackson answered. “It’s debilitating. It burns and goes into our systems. If we’re exposed to it for too long, it poisons our whole system, and our organs shut down. It’s a terrible way to die.”Jackson said it casually, as if he were explaining how to bake a cake. She had to keep reminding herself that this was real; this was the life
He hadn’t heard or sensed her coming up.He’d felt the bond pulling him back to Layla, but he hadn’t heard her. He’d only realised she was there when Rebecca looked around him. For the first time since she had known about her hiding in his woods, all of Rebecca’s emotions smashed through whatever mask she kept them hidden behind. He turned back and saw Layla leaning against the house. And then the blast of emotions he sensed from her surpassed her mother’s. Shock. Anger.Betrayal.He sucked in a breath and stepped towards her, but her eyes began to flicker. Even from a distance, he saw her fist clench at her side before she pushed away from the wall and threw him a scathing glare.And somehow, he felt like he was the one in trouble. He turned back to Rebecca and found her already walking back into the woods.“Are you fucking serious right now?” he growled. “I’ve already messed up,” Rebecca muttered without turning back. He jogged after her, knowing her penchant for disappearing.
Layla was still in a daze a few days later. Jackson had been walking with her every afternoon since she had seen him with her mother, but she was constantly losing herself in her thoughts. She couldn’t appreciate being outside.Her mother had been there all along.Her mother was the red wolf that everyone had told her was imaginary.And she was going to turn into a werewolf.She looked up at Jackson, who seemed to have his attention on something else. Maybe all the chatter going on in the town that she hadn’t been able to block out because she was distracted. “What about Brit?”“Rebecca disappeared before I could ask her anything, and I haven’t found her again since. She only comes out when she wants to be seen.”Typical.“Maybe I should bring Brit here—”“She’s safer where she is.”She called and texted Britney daily, and her sister seemed to enjoy the new residence. She hadn’t mentioned her fear of her bodyguards and Jackson again, but she knew it would still be on her mind. She co
When Jackson sensed the danger approaching, he assumed the Circle had finally come to get their revenge. But when he shifted, he sensed the more ominous scent of death. This was the witch’s doing. Had she come to fight him herself this time? The magic felt a lot stronger than it usually was.He was already at the main gates when the warriors on lookout duty sent the alert of intruders approaching. Plural. More than one. And yet all he could sense was the dark magic as a large, single entity. The guard opened the gate for him and then closed it while his warriors started to assemble and prepare for the attack. He didn’t want to waste any time. If they breached his boundaries, he would lose more people. He would fail his pack again; he couldn’t allow that to happen. But the scent of death was around his whole territory. They had somehow surrounded them, and he hadn’t noticed.What the fuck was going on?‘Stay inside and defend the boundaries. Concentrate on the areas that were easi
Layla rushed into the house and saw Dylan speaking to Micah in the lobby. They both turned to smile at her when she closed the door. She didn’t understand. Jackson had rushed off because there was something out there coming for him or the pack. Could they not feel that change in the air? Had Jackson just run off like a lunatic to fight by himself?The smile died off Dylan’s face as he came forward.“What happened? Why are you so scared?”“Jackson... He told me to take the ladies to our bedroom and lock the door.”The tension rose as both men looked at each other and rushed to open the door. There was silence in the air but she knew they were communicating. Did Jackson have some sort of death wish? He’d let his pack brutally hit him without defending himself. He’d killed a man who’d come to do his job. And now he was off defending the pack by himself. Was this still about the guilt she felt consuming him every day? This wasn’t how to make amends! What good would he do for the pack if