Layla’s POV
Garrison didn’t attack me.
That was the first thing that felt wrong.
He circled me instead, with his boots crunching softly against ash and fallen leaves, his emerald eyes never leaving my face.
The firelight carved sharp lines into his features, making him look less like a rogue and more like something ancient, something that had been waiting far too long.
“You shouldn’t have listened to me,” he said mildly. “Now you've sent your men away and you're all alone." he smiled slyly.
“I’m not,” I replied, even though my pulse betrayed me. He grinned once more.
“Your Alpha isn’t here either,” he noted.
The words made me swallow the lump in my throat. Wondering if I was doing the right thing after all. Garrison was cunning and it took me till now to realize.
“He will be
