Drake POV
“So, you have no idea where Layla is?” Jackson asked. Drake had called him a few minutes before, letting him know what was all going on, as well as having him send some of their best warriors without leaving his own pack without defense.
“Absolutely none,” Drake sighed, carding his fingers through his hair, which was probably already a huge mess considering how many times he’d done that already. “The only good in that is that it doesn’t seem as though Gideon knows where the f**k she went either. Hopefully, that means she’s safe.”
“Dude, if your gut says she’s safe, I’m willing to bet she is,” Jackson said. “Your gut has rarely steered us wrong.”
“Except when it came to Gideon,” Drake scoffed.
“Even then, I have a feeling you knew what was going on, but you hid from it,” Jac
