~LAYLA~
Breathe, Layla. Just Breathe….
Every second that passes tightens the knot in my stomach, winding it into something almost unbearable. I know I can't shake off the fear, but succumbing to it isn't an option either.
Our car zooms past other vehicles that are in speeding motion on the expressway. Earlier, Raelin had informed me that the trial is to take place at the pack's Grand Hall, and that we are going to arrive just in time.
If I can have my way, I never want to arrive at that wretched destination at all.
I try remaining calm, quietly breathing in huge gulps of air to suppress the urge of hyperventilation and to hold myself together from losing control. I also can’t help but wonder if this is how prisoners on death row feel on their way to execution. Trapped with the sure pr
