There was a tense silence in the car as we headed to my house. I tried to avoid looking over at Laila. Between the bruising on her neck and her disheveled appearance, every time I looked her way, I could feel something inside of me breaking. I had failed her, and I honestly didn’t know how to fix the damage that I had done. But what scared me was that I didn’t know how all of this would play out.
I needed to get Laila to my wife. Laila was no ordinary werewolf, and that went beyond the powerful lineage of her father. Her mother descended from a volatile mix, or at least that was what I was told. Evon, my wife, had some knowledge of Laila’s maternal history, but even that was limited. Offering some knowledge seemed better than the lie we had been keeping up with all these years.
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