LAILA
The car ride to Kieran's territory took twelve hours.
I sat in the back seat, staring out the window and trying not to cry anymore but my chest still hurt from the rejection, like someone had reached inside me and squeezed my heart with sharp claws.
Kieran sat in the front seat next to his driver.
He didn't talk much during the trip, but every few hour, he would look back at me to make sure I was okay.
"Are you hungry?" he asked when we were halfway there.
I shook my head, even though I was. My stomach felt too sick to eat anything.
"You should try to eat something small," Kieran said gently.
"Rejection sickness is hard on the body. Food will help you heal faster."
One of his pack members, a nice woman named Emma, gave me a granola bar and some water.
I managed to eat a
