The next few weeks went about the same as the first day had. Jaxon and Layla danced dangerously close to the limit of each others patience day after day and the tension between them had a choke hold on the packhouse.
Everyone was starting to feel Jaxon’s frustration and anyone who dared get too close to Layla after she and Jax had fought got a flash of her fae eyes as a warning sign. Soon, no one even dared to comfort her to try to figure out what was wrong- with the exception of Anna.
“Are you going to tell me why you and Layla are ready to rip each other to shreds?” Anna said as she slammed the door to Jaxon’s training office. He had been hiding there for the last few hours since he and Layla had a particularly nasty spat in the kitchen earlier that day.
“It’s not my fault Charlie’s
