Layla’s POV
The pack house didn't sleep.
From the mutters, I was sure of it and tonight made things worse.
I could tell from the corridors. They weren't alive with footsteps but murmurs resonated through from the guards and maids.
The guards remained in their posts, but they seemed tense. While my maid and personal bodyguard were on standby, I felt a tight feeling in my chest. Almost like I was being suffocated.
Poor Sophia and Harald.
These were my thoughts as the doors shut, sealing with urgency with the wards flaring bright. These were what I noticed as I guided to my room to take cover.
After a while, the alarms had finally died down but they had passed their message already.
In a loud and clear manner.
Garrison was gone.
And the truth, settled into me slowly, like col
