LAYLA'S POV
I can still feel the ghost of Rafe's marked wrist pulsing against my palm when my phone rings at breakfast and my lawyer tells me Garrett's custody petition has been formally accepted into the cross-pack legal system.
"It goes to a mediator within sixty days," she says. "You need a stable pack affiliation, a registered address, and proof of capacity to provide."
"And right now?"
"Right now, on paper, you have none of those things."
I hang up. Sixty days. That's how long I have before a mediator decides whether my baby goes home with me or with the man who poisoned my coffee for two years.
Harper reads it on my face before I say a word.
"How bad?"
"Sixty days. I need pack affiliation, a registered address, and proof of capacity."
"You're the heir to Iron Howl MC."
"On
