Jackson threw a pair of sweats on so Layla wouldn't wonder why he was walking around the packhouse naked. He’d already taken a risk when he let Cain chase her in the storm.
When he left the room, he opened his senses to find Dylan.
And when he did, Cain reared his head, ready to finally avenge his mate. He didn’t know if he would let Cain deal with him, but he was so f*****g tempted. He was the Alpha King. He could command Alphas and all their packs—they trembled in their boots at the sight of him. His bloodline was the most feared and revered because he never lost a fight. He’d raided and killed, sometimes just for the f**k of it. The fear that always filled the room when he entered was for a very good reason.
And Dylan thought he could get away with lying to him?
The whole pack tho
