In that moment, more than any other, I wished I had someone to talk to—a girlfriend, someone from my pack, even my mom. But no one was there. I only had Dylan. If I was mad at Dylan, I didn’t have anybody else. The only other person I could talk to in the pack was Eric, and now Dylan had taken him away too. My lower lip began to tremble, and a sob escaped from my lips.
"Hey, Leila, listen to me. It’s okay," Jace said, embracing me.
I thought I would start bawling like a baby, but I didn’t. Only silent tears ran down my cheeks, soaking Jace’s shirt.
"Shh... It’s alright," Jace cooed.
I stayed quiet, trying to control my breathing. Counting Jace’s heartbeat turned out to be a good way to distract myself. We remained that way for a few minutes. Jace stood next to the front door, comfo
