78. Changes

Jax strolled out of the packhouse with his hands in his pocket. He had to find the red wolf. It was the only way he would get answers.

While Layla’s fight with her dual nature was expected, it didn’t usually happen until the half-breeds were older. And he hadn’t actually found any cases where the wolf side got so strong so quickly. It was the wolf he had seen in her eyes the whole time he had eased her through her heat. It was the wolf that had endured every impossible position, every frenzied thrust.

It was the wolf that had kept pulling his head down to her neck so he could mark her.

Things were not adding up. Layla had masked her scent from everyone but him. Since red wolves were so rare, not much was known about them, but he wondered what was really happening to his mate. Was she a half-blood? Or was she just unshifted? Maybe red wolf physiology was different, and they shifted when they were older.

His heart started to pound as he stood on the top step outside the packhouse. I