The drive back was excruciatingly quiet. I felt like I could hear my blood run through my veins. Layla clears her throat from beside me, “Logan wanted me to warn you of someone's arrival,” she bites the inside of her mouth and my heart drops.
“Who is someone?”
“David,” her eyes go blank again and I realize then she is having a linking conversation with someone. I look at Jerry and he seems normal for the most part. Layla’s eyes lock with mine, “I’m sorry, Taylor.”
I turn and look out the window waiting for the trees to swallow me up. I’ve only been here a short time and I already feel so much better. Having David trying to compete for my love, for our bond he threw away, it hurts, it’s conflicting. What am I supposed to do?
Finally, we pull down the long drive to the pack, I am a ner
