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“Are you coming?” Jackson asked.

His eyes looked completely fine.

She offered him a tight smile as she caught up with him.

No, her mind would not break today.

Chapter 51

What the hell was going on?

A red werewolf? Those were a myth. A tale told their pups to make them behave. Untrackable. Unkillable. They were like fucking ghosts. They could kill you before you knew they were there because they could hide their scents whenever they wanted to. This one had alerted him of its presence on purpose.

Why, though? The only wolf that was a danger to a red wolf was him. He would have gutted it if Layla hadn’t been there. Or maybe it had only approached because Layla had been there.

Jackson tried to sense the red wolf’s location one last time before he turned around and looked at Layla while she devoured her meal. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched the contentment on her face as if they hadn’t just seen a giant red wolf in the woods.

Either Diedre’s potion was working a little too well or... or the woman was just batshit crazy.

He’d pushed Cain back as far as he could and struggled to keep him there. Cain wanted to go hunting. His skin was itching with the urge to shift and join the search for that wolf. There was a reason no one came into his territory without an invitation.

Where did that wolf come from? Was his wall damaged again? Had it come in before or after the Circle and Diedre had put up the protective wards? Or was it another trick from the wolf targeting him? Instead of possessing rogues, she was targeting rare wolves?

Too many questions, and he wouldn’t get the answers sitting in his room.

“So how are we going to do this?” Layla asked.

Oh, okay, they were finally going to talk about this. Layla had freaked out so much just hearing him growl that seeing an actual wolf should have made her shit herself.

He walked across the balcony and sat opposite her as she wiped her mouth.

“You tell me,” he said.

“I liked the mixed martial arts classes I’ve done,” Layla answered.

Huh?

“If you don’t know any of those fighting styles, whatever you can teach me is okay.”

Right. Okay, they weren’t talking about it.

“I... We’ll spar a little first so you can show me what you can do,” he answered. “Then we’ll work it out from there.”

“Can we go after lunch? I think I’ll go insane if I’m stuck in your room all afternoon again.”

“I have some things I have to take care of first,” he said. “I’m not sure how long that will take.”

Before he had even made it up the stairs, Micah had mind-linked him that they’d lost the trail and couldn’t find the scent. He’d expected that, but he still wanted to go back out there and check for himself.

“Oh. Ok,” Layla said.

He could feel her disappointment through the bond.

“I’ll just stay here and find something to do until you get back,” Layla said as she stood up.

Before she walked back into the room, she looked at the woods. That was the only indication he had that she had actually seen the wolf. She kept looking back as if she could somehow see it from the balcony.

But why wasn’t she talking about it?

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