“I swear Jaxon, they were devolved creatures. They were not wolves when they attacked. You saw the claw marks on my car. We, meaning Layla or whatever the hell took over her body, had no option but to fight to kill. Had we known they were really wolves, I'm not sure anything would have been different,”
Gabriel’s voice was faint and laced with pain as he sat covered in sweat in the passenger seat of the armored SUV. Nik was driving like a bat out of hell down the mountain with Jaxon in the backseat still cradling an unconscious Layla.
Jax had felt something was wrong the moment he had woken up that morning.
He had become used to waking when Layla did, as even when asleep, his brain was trained to listen for sounds coming from her room at all times. But this morning, something felt off
