Callan POV
Ayla’s eyes watched me as I walked across the field back to her. She looked pale, all the colour had drained from her cheeks.
“What happened before Ayla?” I asked as soon as I got back into the car.
She had been sitting inside of it waiting for me for the last 10 minutes and her scent had completely filled the place, making my mind go hazy and my wolf wild. All I wanted to do was inhale the delicious smell until there was nothing left.
“I think I’m just overtired. I’ve not been sleeping properly.”
I could see the cogs in her head turning, but she wasn’t going to tell me what had just happened, but I knew something had. Her eyes were completely white when I turned her around after her fingers grazed the rock, and she asked where he had gone. Had she seen that fucker Runduc?
