LAYLA'S POV
The look on Brandon's face in the hallway follows me to bed, especially since the clubhouse is quiet in the way it only gets after midnight, and I've been lying on my back staring at the ceiling for over an hour, going through the inventory of happenings in my life lately.
I lost my wolf in a fight defending a man who was sleeping with my cousin the entire time.
I lost my seat – more like it was denied by a bylaw that didn't exist until Megan needed it to.
My husband – who was probably never the man I thought he was – had a whole other life running alongside our marriage and is using my pregnancy as a custody weapon.
My brother is very different from how he was when I left and he seems angrier.
My father is sick and I’m not allowed to see him most times – and even when I
