“We’re here.” Jax finally noticed his surroundings and realised they had already stopped at the Crimson Valley territory gates. He’d been stuck in his head for hours but it was time to put his emotions aside. Layla would be there when he got home; they would fix this mess once and for all. “Why aren’t they opening the gates?” he asked with a frown. Maybe he should have asked why he couldn’t sense anyone at the gates. How would they keep anyone safe if there was no one to patrol and alert them of intruders? “I’ll call them,” Dylan said as he pulled his phone out. While his Beta ordered the gates to be opened, he rolled down his window to understand what they were up against. There was no scent of magic in the air, light or dark. There should have been a little if the pack had protective wards. “Do they have witches in their pack?” he asked. Since he’d been cursed the day he’d taken the throne from his father, he’d been too messed up to keep up with such details. He hadn’t g
Layla watched Hope run through the garden, laughing as she chased butterflies. She didn’t remember anything at that age but must have done the same with her mother. Rebecca had been involved in every aspect of their lives. She had been a good mum until she’d gone. What would Hope remember of her? How long would she have with her daughter before the Hunters forced her to abandon her? Pain lanced through her before she could block it out. “Mummy!” Hope’s delighted squeal pulled her focus back. The little girl ran over, hiding something in her palms and a little smirk that looked so much like Jackosn’s on her lips. “Open,” the toddler ordered. “It’s not a spider again, is it?” she asked hesitantly. Hope shook her head and giggled. “Open,” the girl demanded again. She took a breath while she held the green gaze that was the same as hers and then gently pried Hope’s fingers open. A worm wriggled in her palm, attempting to escape to safety. She sat back and made a face. She
It took them the rest of the day to ensure their guests were fed and settled. The children refused to be separated, so they settled in the packhouse hall. His Omegas spent the better part of the afternoon moving mattresses and other essentials for them, some of them donated from the pack because he couldn’t risk anyone going out for a supply run. The children were still scared, making everyone else around them anxious. The pack was still on edge since the scare with the Hunters. But Layla seemed more anxious than the rest of them. Jackson looked at his mate as they went up the last flight of stairs and gently squeezed her hand. “Are you okay?” “I... I’m not sure. Rebecca hasn’t come back yet,” she answered. “I’m probably just being a bit paranoid because of those children. She disappears all the time and comes back as if nothing’s happened.” “It hasn’t been that long since the memorial. The last person I’d worry about right now is your mother,” he answered. “She can take care
Layla didn’t sleep a wink since Jackson ran out of the packhouse. She looked back at the bed where her sister passed out, fully dressed. Britney had been too exhausted to take in anything she tried to tell her. Not that she’d made much sense. She’d been too worked up to say much more than ‘keep your damn mouth shut’. She didn’t know if Britney understood anything. Why the hell did Jackson keep something so important from her? The summons had nothing to do with the pack; he should have told her the moment he knew the Circle wanted to see her. She’d almost choked one of them to death at the main gates! In the human world, that was similar to attacking someone high-ranked. Maybe even a president! Humans got life sentences for that. She stopped pacing the room as dread filled her and rooted her to the spot. She was probably going to die. And she only had the night to process that she might have to leave Hope and Britney to fend for themselves. If she had known about the trial w
Layla looked up at Britney’s window and then at Dylan holding the passenger side door open for her. “She’ll be fine, Luna. Don’t worry about us here,” Dylan said with a smile. But the smile was strained. She’d heard him arguing with Jackson about why he suddenly decided not to take some warriors with him for protection. And Jackson’s argument was sound. She also wanted as many people as she could trust to look out for Hope and Britney while they were gone. But the tension in the air only confirmed that where they were going was much more dangerous. “Don’t let her run away,” she whispered. “We have twice as many patrols around the boundary. Britney’s not going anywhere,” Dylan assured her. “Just stay safe out there, okay? Don’t do anything foolish.” Like choking out another Circle member? “And Hope—” “Will also be fine. Go, Layla. You’ll be back in a few days.” He didn’t sound sure. She sighed and got into the car. Jackson already had the engine going and looked straight a
Jax turned at Lincoln’s voice and met the arrogant Alpha’s gaze without flinching. He’d almost killed that bastard, but he wasn’t on trial for that. Lincoln probably felt insulted by that decision if that coldness in his eyes was anything to go by. “Lincoln. Hugo. New Finn.” A muscle ticked in the new member’s jaw after being referred to by his deceased predecessor's name. He looked as young as Finn had been, but at least this new guy had the good sense to keep his eyes lowered and not react. “You’re about to pay for your crimes but you still feel the need to show your disrespect,” Lincoln said, shaking his head as they walked further into the lobby. “I’m sure you know my treatment of you didn’t even make it on the list of things I have to pay for,” he growled. Lincoln’s eyes flashed, but he held his gaze until Lincoln lowered his. At this point, if Lincoln started any shit, he would be in as much trouble as he was. He turned to Hugo, the one who’d always been the more level-h
They were going to die in the fancy hotel. Layla was sure of it. And Jackson had been right that she couldn’t defend herself. Even though they were in the middle of all that danger, her wolf still hadn’t reappeared. Jackson’s arm was around her middle, and his legs entwined with hers, something she was grateful for after he’d told her they could snatch her out of her bed. He’d been reluctant to hold her at all, which hurt. But she had to try to put all of that aside until they got out alive. She’d kept some of the floor lamps on despite her perfect vision. The bed was behind a solid wall, adding a little to her sense of security. It was a false sense of security. The only other time she sensed so much evil was when she had come face-to-face with the hunting party. There didn’t seem to be many people inside the hotel, but she could sense several outside, stepping carefully through the underbrush quite a distance from the hotel. They were either the hotel security or people sent
Jackson watched the morning light start to spill into the room. He shifted his weight slightly to get more comfortable against the headboard, and Layla’s grip tightened around his torso as she burrowed into his chest. She hadn’t let go of him all night. He looked down at her sleeping face and felt the raw, unguarded power radiate from her. They were still shrouded in darkness. It was the strangest thing he’d ever experienced. He had no idea if he would ever be able to share that much of Layla’s strength, but it was amazing to experience first-hand how red wolves hid under people’s noses so easily. They had been able to go around the whole room to break all the hidden cameras they could find, and no one had knocked on their door yet to ask what was happening. Maybe they were scared. Or they already knew what Layla could do. It was like they had blended into the darkness. Vampires had the same sensitivity as wolves, but that assassin hadn’t heard their heartbeat or caught their s