Layla
The next morning, I was sad. Extremely sad and moody. I refused to get out of bed or out of the room.
Brad had moved all of us out of the country, to his late father's old mansion. It was a pretty big mansion, also close to the woods, probably because of their identity.
There were about 15 rooms in the building which made it perfect for the number of people that were now living in the mansion.
All the members of our pack were mated, so each mated pair had one room, while the remaining unmated pair had their individual rooms as well.
Everything was big and glorious, but I hadn't really had the time to admire it because I was feeling very emotional.
My arm had already healed, after our healer took out the bullet. I was fine physically, but emotionally I was not.
Brad had tried
