44. One Pack

Jax stood perfectly still behind some trees at the back of Irvine’s house. It was almost noon but there was no sign of them. Some of Irvine’s neighbours left for work, while others seemed elderly and content to potter around their little houses all day. He could sense them without moving from his spot.

It was something he had always been able to do. He’d taught Layla how to control and focus her senses, but everything seemed to have gone into overdrive. He could sense things that should have been too far for him. He could smell them, hear them from miles away. And somehow, he could form a complete mental picture of his surroundings, almost as if he could see it.

It was because of his bond with Layla. His red wolf.

Before all that shit started, he’d been excited to learn what his mate could do as she discovered herself. He never coveted her gifts, but now this link was the only thing keeping him sane. It meant she was still alive.

But for how long? They wanted Layla for a reas