It had been one hell of a day. First, the battle, then the revelation that Layla’s brother, Nix, had the gift of magic, then the helping with the wounded. From the top of her head, to the tips of her toes, Layla was dead tired.
She nearly staggered as she walked beside Nix and her mother into the castle. Nix grabbed her arm, “Easy sister,” he murmured, “We’ve all had a long day.”
“Yes we have,” her mother repeated, a smile curving up on her lips.
Her mother’s blond hair was gathered in a messy bun atop her head, and her green eyes looked tired, but there was a hint of happiness in those same eyes.
Axel had assisted with doing away with the dead bodies of their attackers, along with Madden and the other wolves of the Wildwood and Highlander packs, while Nix, Layla, Aeobheann and Briele
