Layla's POV
The corridors of the packhouse were unnervingly silent.
My footsteps echoed softly as I moved, clutching the blanket tighter around my shoulders. My heart was still racing from the rogue’s warning. From his voice, the symbol, the promise that Garrison was closer than I wanted to believe.
And the fact that I could perceive Jaxon’s presence was making me panic.
What was he coming for?? I wondered.
“Luna Layla…” Harald’s low and careful voice dragged me back to the present. “You shouldn’t be wandering alone,” he warned.
It must have been just my imagination, because right now, I could no longer perceive his scent.
“I know,” I whispered with a sigh, glancing over my shoulder. “But I have to check. The mark and the symbol, mean he’s close. Garrison has someone moving insid
