Layla POV
She could feel Isaiah’s stare burning into her, but she didn’t care. Instead of acknowledging him, she continued to stare down the wall. Everything she thought she knew, everything she thought she’d felt from both Zach and Isaiah was all a damned lie. Her penchant for believing the best in people had f****d her over, again. It had always been that way. She’d had a few friends when she was younger who’d always acted like they absolutely loved her, only to turn on her as they got older and tell her they’d only ever faked it because they felt sorry for her.
That was why her achievements as pack warrior and commander had meant so damned much to her, especially because Zach might as well have done the same thing when he rejected her. But what did all that mean now? She, the big, bad
