94. Road Trip

Layla ignored the pain in her chest as she watched Jackson walk away.

He had been like that every morning, the only time she saw him. Since he had taken her for that walk, he had kept his distance as he had said he would.

She’d never been more miserable in her life.

She had never needed or relied on a man since her mother had left and her dad had started neglecting them, so she couldn’t understand why she felt so attached to Jackson in the first place. Why would she be miserable just because she hadn’t spoken to him in weeks?

But on top of that, a big ball of anger was sitting on her chest, waiting for him to come close enough so she could unleash it.

How could he just walk away after what had happened on that walk? He had seen that red wolf; she knew he had. He’d looked right at it, and when he had talked about taking her back to her cell, he’d angered the wolf and stepped back from it.

He had also probably seen it the first time, which explained his strange behaviour. He’d let he