Drake POV It was close to evening when Drake suddenly felt a surge of awareness, sitting up straight in the chair in front of the desk in his room, his whole body alert and searching. At first, he wasn’t sure what to make of it, until, impossibly, the barest trace of Layla’s scent wafted through the air. His brain seemed to disengage as his body began to move, as though he was in a trance. He quickly made his way through the pack house, not even noticing the few people who greeted him on the way, the entirety of his body focused on getting outside. When he finally reached the treeline, he didn’t even bother taking off his clothes before he called his wolf forth, shredding his jeans and shirt without a second thought before running full speed through the trees. Where he was going, he had

