Arnold and Nash disappear somewhere, probably to try and tidy up the library, while Layla takes me and Ayala downstairs.
Layla putters around for a while, getting the spa set up. The hot water bubbles away, and the fragrant aroma of various herbs wafts through the air. Finally, we slip off our robes, which are embroidered with wolf imagery along the sashes and collars and are a recognizable staple of Layla’s spa, and slip into the water.
“So, young Luna,” Layla says, her body relaxing while her eyes remain alert and keenly fixed on me. “What do you have to tell us?”
“I wasn’t able to shift, even after I turned eighteen,” I tell them. “I thought maybe going outside in the moonlight would help, but it didn’t. My whole pack tried to banish me, calling me useless and saying that I might as
