It was two in the morning when something jolted Layla out of her sleep.
She slowly moved Axle’s heavy arm off her chest and sat up. He was still in a deep slumber, though he moaned when she shook him.
Her cat eyes and ears were on high alert as she looked and listened for the noise that stirred her out of her peaceful rest.
“Nothing,’ she thought to herself. She was about to nestle comfortably back in Axel’s warm arms,when her ears pricked.
There it was, she heard it again, clearly this time, wolves whispering to each other, their feet trampling the grass.
“Axel,” Layla tried one last time to shake him awake, but he wasn’t moving.
The voices rang clear in hers, “We got to be quiet boys, if we want to kill these guards, and take her alive,”
Her, they were talking about her.She sat
