~LAYLA~
Brie watches me with those sharp, assessing eyes of hers, still wearing that smirk. I don't know what expression I am wearing on my face right now, but whatever it is, it’s enough to make her sigh before she moves closer, shifting on the bed so she is right beside me.
Her scent is clean and rosy with the faintest trace of antiseptic from the hospital. It fills my nose as she settles in, and I look away from her, already feeling distraught as I reach for another slice of cake.
"Layla, look at me." she says, her voice softer now, warmer. "You know you don’t have to keep all of it inside. Today, you went through hell in that trial, but you’re here. You’re still in our pack, and that has to mean something."
“Honestly Brie,” I pause a bit, swallowing the cake in my mouth and exhalin
