86. Like A Ghost

Jackson realised his mistake the moment he reconnected with his pack after letting Cain roam and lick his wounds. So many bonds had been severed as his pack was slaughtered, and he’d felt them all at once. The pain had been crippling.

All of that had happened because he had allowed the bond with Layla to get the better of him. He’d let her break him. He’d allowed her to trample on his heart and play him for a fool, and his pack had paid the price.

He would never trust the half-blood again.

How could she stand there looking as if nothing had happened? How could she still have that look in her eyes as if she was happy to see him? How could she still... feel all of that? She’d tried to leave! The bond obviously didn’t affect them the same way.

He looked over her head to meet Dylan’s gaze. His former friend lowered his eyes.

“Lock her up in the basement,” he said.

The cells in the basement were nothing like the dungeon in the woods. They had the basics and that was it. Nothing luxurious