I looked at Layla and I could tell that she was not here to fight. She was in need of a friend.
Someone who could help take down Sienna.
My heart thumped so hard I could hear it in my ears.
Layla’s eyes glowed faint yellow, her wolf pushing forward with anger.
Her minions stood around me like a pack of hungry animals waiting for their leader to attack.
The fear I felt earlier rushed back full force.
I hated that feeling. I hated feeling small. I hated being cornered.
But most of all, I hated the way Layla looked at me like I was weak.
I swallowed hard.
“Move,” I said, my voice low but firm.
Layla laughed. “Move? You really think you can order me around?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I kept my hands close to my sides.
If the strange strength I felt earlier decided to come back, I
