Layla POV
By the time she managed to pull herself up from the ground, Isaiah and Zach were locked in battle. As much as she wanted to join in to help Isaiah, she was at a complete loss for what to do to help. Unfortunately, with the damn S.I.C. on her wrist, any assistance she tried to provide would most likely be a huge hindrance. Without the change providing her the protection of her wolf’s strong coat, any blows or bites Zach landed on her could easily prove fatal. Damn human skin for being so easy to break through. Not to mention her lack of strength would make it all the more easy to, at the least, disable her further, if not worse.
Thus, instead of helping, all she could do was stand there, feeling the pain from the bruises and scrapes from the fall. She’d never felt so useless in
