134. Old Tricks

Jackson looked away from his brutal mate and tried to focus on the issue at hand.

Making sure he got rid of all the threats to her life was the only reason he was still breathing; otherwise, he would have succumbed to the pain a long time ago like his beast.

"I don't know how far she was, but she was in that direction, past the boundary at the end of that trail,” Layla said, gesturing with her head to the woods. “She was quieter than the men who patrol your packhouse; I had to really focus to make sure I heard right. I might not have heard her if it wasn't for all that dry, long grass. And I know it’s long and dry because of the sound it makes when blowing in the wind.”

It seemed she had kept up with her training. Not for the first time, he wondered how strong she would be when she finally came into all her power. When he was dead and gone, would his mate still be the Queen she was meant to be?

“We caught her scent on the breeze, but I don’t know how far that would have travelled