“Are they coming after you?” Jax cradled the phone on his shoulder while he thought about how to answer Dylan. The Hunters spotted near Faith’s college were all the proof they needed that those bastards were involved in all the disappearances. The whole pack would be worried. Did he want to worry them with details of how much he’d pissed off the Circle, too? No. But it had to be done. The pack had to prepare for the fallout that was coming. Once again, he was the reason everyone would suffer. He popped the trunk open and pulled up a go bag. Considering all the dangers they faced when they left their territory, having one or two bags full of clothes and emergency supplies in the car was necessary. He pulled a pair of sweats and a t-shirt out before picking something out for Layla. It was a shame about her outfit. They had to burn their bloody clothes and all the evidence so they could travel home, and that outfit had become a favourite. “Jax. Is the Circle going to come for us?”
Layla was a bag of nerves when Jax stopped the car in front of the packhouse. It had been so easy for the Circle to separate them, and it would have been just as easy for them to kill her. She would never have been able to defend herself the way Jax had done. She would have been the cause of Jackson's death. She was his weakness. Useless. Even the wolf that had come to her aid and given her confidence that they could rescue Faith had abandoned her without telling her what the hell she was supposed to do. She got out of the car without a word to him and rushed up the front steps. Dylan was already waiting there with Gavin, and they didn't look like they'd slept since she'd last seen them. She could cut through their anxiety with a knife. "Have you learned anything else?" she asked them. Both men didn't answer her directly. Instead, they looked behind her at the man coming up the steps. Jax was an emotional void, but she could never completely escape knowing how he felt. His a
It was late when Jax walked out of the ensuite naked after a shower. Layla was on the bed, facing the wall, pretending to sleep. He’d never felt more like a dick than he did from the moment they’d got home. His heart was wounded, and he was taking it out on the woman he loved. Childish. It was so fucking childish, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. And those fucking bastards. What gave them the right to touch his mate? What made them think it was okay? He’d had to sit through the rest of the meeting with them even though he’d wanted to rip their limbs off. Gauge their eyes out. Rip those tongues out that dared to speak to Layla like he wasn’t in the room. They had enough shit to deal with; they didn’t need to antagonise Cain on top of that. He threw the damp towel he’d been using to dry his hair somewhere across the room and looked at Layla again. How could she think their relationship wasn’t important? It was everything. His gaze went to the couch and then back to the be
There were holes in the arms of the chair where she'd gripped the fabric too hard to stop herself from going after Jax. She was a coward. On the ride to meet the Circle, Jax had admitted that he thought something was wrong with her wolf. There had to be for her to have been so aggressive with him, even before she’d slapped him. She shouldn’t have made things worse by asking him to go and leave everything behind to protect Hope. Now he thought she was the type to abandon their child easily. He’d been rightfully angry, even before they’d messed things up with the Circle. And then what did she go and do? She’d been like a wolf in heat, further distracting him from what was important— saving the missing wolves and preparing for the Circle’s next move. She couldn’t face him again so soon after that. She’d let the Alphas deal with the logistics of mounting a rescue and only help once they had a plan. Her senses were superior even without her wolf’s aid. She would find a way to be helpfu
The planes were in a part of the forest that Layla hadn’t dared go into before. She’d only seen the vast, endless sea of green from Jax’s lookout spot. The cars could only go so far into it, and the rest of the journey was made on foot. The trees were thicker and the canopy denser. And the animals around them didn’t seem to scurry away as they did on the other side. She could sense they were the intruders there. The animals were used to being the kings in the forest and were taking their time deciding if the children were their next meal. She knew only the presence of the adults who already had their wolves were keeping them at bay. She held Hope tighter against her chest and pulled Britney to her. Britney stumbled, as she had already done several times. It made her panic a little. The children could easily see where they were going because they were born with superior senses. Even she’d had excellent eyesight, though she hadn’t known why then. What if this meant Britney had no w
When Jax woke up at dawn, Layla was still in his arms. His heart squeezed when he saw her puffy eyes. ‘She’s where she’s supposed to be,’ Cain said. The beast's contentment rippled through him. Cain didn’t understand that this meant nothing to Layla. She could still walk away from them. He gently rolled over so Layla was on her back and started to move his arm. Letting go of all the children had put a heaviness on the pack that hadn’t gone away even after receiving the call to say everyone was where they were supposed to be and they were all safe. He had no idea how he would have handled that if Layla hadn’t been beside him. If she hadn’t felt the same way. If she hadn’t let him take comfort in her body. He’d almost freed himself when Layla rolled back to him and snuggled against his chest. So trusting. Why couldn’t it be like that between them all the time? He brought his hand to gently move the strands of hair that had covered her face, and Cain puffed up his chest with prid
Jax could sense the Hunters before reaching the edge of the woods. The sense of evil was so overbearing that it reminded him of himself. Was that how other wolves felt around him? He shifted back to his human form and kept to the shadows of the trees with his senses wide open. He could sense more than usual. Feel more. Whatever Layla had done at the hotel against the Circle had made her stronger; he could feel the changes. The seedy motel across the road was as empty as it usually was, and the man in the front office was asleep. He’d always been able to tell by listening to his heartbeat, but now the picture in his head was more precise. The soft snores, the strong scent of alcohol. The man had passed out. He’d taught Layla how to use her senses to see and feel what was around her, but she’d since surpassed his expectations. He couldn’t imagine what Layla would be able to do when she learned how to use her full strength. He wanted that for her. Not for himself, not for the appare
“What’s going on?” Jax shoved Gerald against the wall and clamped a hand over his mouth. The Hunters couldn’t hear them but they could sense them. Maybe they would sense their movement, too. He kept his focus outside the wall as more of them gathered. Security would have seen him head for the camera’s blind spot; it wouldn’t take them long to find the door. Gerald struggled, bringing his attention back to the drunk man. “Stop. If you don’t want them to catch you and torture you, just keep your mouth shut and follow me,” he hissed. It was hard enough to keep pushing Cain back without having to baby a grown human. Could he not use his logic? Or was he already drunk? That wasn’t fair, though. Like any human, Gerald was unaware of the darkness that fell over the hotel. He released Gerald and started walking down the stairwell. If both the hotel and the motel weren’t safe, did that mean they had their eyes on all his properties? The motel wasn’t under his real name, but it was comm