What the hell was going on?
A red werewolf? Those were a myth. A tale told their pups to make them behave. Untrackable. Unkillable. They were like f*****g ghosts. They could kill you before you knew they were there because they could hide their scents whenever they wanted to. This one had alerted him of its presence on purpose.
Why, though? The only wolf that was a danger to a red wolf was him. He would have gutted it if Layla hadn’t been there. Or maybe it had only approached because Layla had been there.
Jackson tried to sense the red wolf’s location one last time before he turned around and looked at Layla while she devoured her meal. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched the contentment on her face as if they hadn’t just seen a giant red wolf in the woods.
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