Laila’s POV
It had only been three days since I last laid my eyes on Fiona, but those three days stretched like years. With Kael away handling some ridiculous alliance with other territories, the pack house felt emptier than ever.
I had no one to gloat to, no one to push beneath my heel, and worst of all, no one to remind daily of just how far she’d fallen.
Loneliness gnawed at me, yes, but that was not all to it, as irritation also burned deep within me. I hated being left to stew in silence, and I hated the way thoughts about her crept into my mind no matter how much I tried to banish them.
Worst of all, I could still see Kael’s face that night at the party, how he was tracking Fiona’s every move with a tight jaw despite how close I pressed myself against him. Even when I slipped
