Layla felt like she couldn’t breathe. To say that she was in hell, was to place it lightly. She knew she had to be dead and that she was now in the fires of the afterlife, because there couldn’t be any other explanation to her pain. It was like nothing she hadn’t felt before. Her vision was either filled with darkness or bright unrecognizable shapes. Her body was burning hot and as stiff as a rock with her muscles all contracting at the same time. Wind on her skin felt like lashes from a whip and just the motion to take in a breath felt like swallowing broken glass. She wanted it to end, she needed it to end, but it seemed like there was no relief in sight.“We need to do something for her.” William said as he looked down at Layla. She was back at home, where she belonged, but something was terrible wrong. She had passed out once William saved her from Aiden, but when she woke up – that’s when the screams came. Layla was huddle into a ball. Her entire body was shacking and covered in
Aiden dropped down onto his knees. He could feel it, he could feel the little bit of strings that held Layla’s and his bond in place, finally break. He knew the last bit of their bond wasn’t broken by the betrayal, but by something far worse … death. The coldness that filled him and the rest of the pack members was dreadful. Aiden fell onto his knees, the wight of it all, pushing him down. Aiden had done it, he had followed the elder’s orders, he killed her. He killed Layla. The rest of the pack members that stood behind to fend off Aiden from crossing the borders when he was still in his rampage were all silent. They could also feel the absence of Layla. They had drawn the same conclusion as Aiden did.Aiden got off the ground, he had wounds from fighting his brothers and the vampires, but he couldn’t even realize the pain as the great emptiness of Layla was all that he could sense. He step forward, walking towards the boarder. He knew what he had to do; he knew he had to make this r
“Who are you?” Layla asked as she looked at the person in front of her.“Come on Layla, I know you are smart enough to figure this out.” The woman spoke. Layla’s eyes were huge as she took the woman’s appearance in. It was Layla, or another version of her again, but this version was completely different, almost something scary. The other version layla, seemed build differently, stronger -coarser. Her body seemed to be ingulfed in fire, circling around her arms and legs. She seemed so untouchable, dangerous, but none of these words described exactly what she saw. The other version of Layla had hot golden eyes and a long crack across her face, it seemed that burning red was shining through the crack.“Who are you?” Layla asked again, this time her voice was more stable, surer about the question she wanted answered. The other version layla just tsk her tongue and shook her head.“I guess I over-estimated your ability.” The other version spoke. Her movement seemed like a coordinated dance
There was no movement, neither the wolves nor the vampires dare too. As if their movement would possibly change te small heartbeat that echoed from Layla’s chest. William was the most cautious, he feared that his hearing was just playing a trick on him, his none beating heart forcing him to hear something, because he couldn’t life in a world where her smile didn’t shine. William only moved when he saw her fingertips move in the slightest form. He rushed to her side and gently place a hand on her face, his eyes watching for any sign that this was real. As soon as his skin made contact with hers, her head slightly moved away from his cold hand. “Layla.” William spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. Layla took in a soft breath in as she heard his voice. “Will.” Her voice come out breathless. He leaned closer wanting to hear her voice clearer. He rubbed his finger gently over her lips. “What happened?” She asked, Her voice raspy and weak. William didn’t answer her, instead he just p
“Sit here, then I’ll go get you some water.” William spoke as he placed a blanket over Layla’s legs. She hadn’t realized that she was cold, but she looked at her arms and legs and saw goosebumps. She gave him a small smile and nodded, Grace came to sit next to her daughter as all the Lancaster’s and werewolves entered the room. Brea, Eric, and Nicholas stood behind Layla’s sofa and Nicholas stood next to his wife as the wolves stood across from them. They all stood in one perfect line. William came back with a glass of water. She thanked him and took a sip, she smiled as the taste of sugar hit her tongue. Ever since she was young and she had any injury of any sort, William would always offer her a glass of water with a bit of sugar in it. William stood next to Layla and placed his hand at the back of her neck, almost in a protective way, but the true reason he did it was to calm his nerves, he needed to feel her heartbeat, not just hear it.The wolves all stared at Layla as she tried
William watched, through the kitchen window, at his family as he stood outside. Layla was sitting on the kitchen counter, her arms around Breanna neck and Eric and Nicholas embracing on another on the far-left corner, while grace was making a dish. The kitchen was filled with their laughter as Eric told her one of his haunting-accident stories while she was gone. Layla’s face was bright wit glee and William couldn’t help but bath in her joy. Nathaniel walked towards William and stopped next to his side.“It feels like she home. Like everything is back to the way it should be.” William said and Nathaniel smiled as he also took in the joyousness scene.“It’s good to have her home.” Nathaniel said.“For a day. Then tomorrow she is supposed to prepare to fight a war? Every time it seems like she is coming home, something takes her away and the last thing that took her way, killed her Nathaniel.” William said, his voice heavy and ruff with tension and anger. Nathaniel also tensed as he rem
Layla’s hand moved down from William’s neck and onto his bare chest, finding a new resting place over his heart. William looked down at Layla, his hands stroking her hair as it did all through the night. He wished he could stop time, he wished that this moment could be their forever, Layla happily sleeping in his arms and him just embracing her warmth. Last night had been the best night he had ever experience in his hundred of years. He could still feel the light traces of her fingers running across his back and over his shoulders, he was surrounded by her being and the joy it gave him was twice as much as he had imagen. Just now, looking down at her as her chest slowly rose and fell was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. William softly ran his finger over Layla’s, still, swollen lips. He never thought that a being as perfect as Layla could exist.Layla let out a heavy breath as she started to wake up. Her arm stretched out in front of her, and her chest slightly lifte
Layla walked through the crowed of wolves, all of them staring at her and then staring at the bloodsuckers. All of them were ready for what ever was to come. Layla walked deeper and deeper into the crowed not knowing what she wanted, but she had this sense deep in her core, that told she would know when she saw it. She walked further down the line of people, meeting all their eyes at least once, just to rule them out. Layla felt on edge, knowing she needed to find, but not sure what and with each passing second her anxiousness rose. She turned and looked again, searching for her target, and finally they locked eyes. The eyes she wound were old and seemed to be blind. Layla took a step closer to her and another, the wolves all moving out of her way as she walked towards the old woman. The woman was clearly over the age of 80 or 90 and she was dressed in traditional tribe clothes. Layla stopped as she was arm-length away from the woman. The old woman stepped forward her hand reaching ou