Grayson
I left Bethany with the excuse of needing to speak with Caro. It wasn’t a lie. I have a burning question my wolf and I need answered.
“Caro, who is that guy over there with Dylan? The one with the light brown hair.” I point to the guy who had been dancing with my mate.
“Oh, that’s Dylan’s Beta, Liam. Really great and a funny guy. Treats me like a little sister.” She enthuses.
Fantastic, couldn’t he be an asshole at least. Or maybe a tad morally reprehensible.
“Does Dylan have siblings or cousins?”
She looks surprised “yes, his sister Layla. She was dancing with Liam right before you came over. She’s in the long purple dress.”
“Layla? Not Laura?” I ask slowly.
“Layla. Laura was their mom.” She says softly.
Layla, a beautiful name. Suits her. No wonder why calling her Laura
