Grandpa is waiting for us when we get home. I can tell that he’s trying to look relaxed where he sits on the porch, but his entire demeanor springs to attention when he sees that we’re home.
“Hi, grandpa!” I try to diffuse the tension by ignoring it.
“Layla, I’m glad you’re home. We should talk.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “Say goodbye to your friends.” To them, he says, “You’re welcome to stay for the pack dinner. I believe the omegas are almost done.”
“Yeah, I’ll be right in!” I say, trying not to sound worried.
“We’re gonna go,” Taylor says.
“Okay, cool, good idea,” I say stepping away from them.
Alex grabs my hand. “Call me later, okay?”
“I will, I promise.”
He squeezes my fingers. “Good. Goodluck.”
He gets back into Taylor’s car, and Sam drives away before I even m
