Olivia
The sun peeked through the branches overhead as I pulled up to Layla’s little house, which was situated in the woods toward the center of her pack’s territory.
Despite Layla’s status as the Luna of her pack, her home was a cute and cozy cottage; surely another home that Dan might ridicule for being small and insignificant, but I had always adored it since I had met her.
Putting the car in park, I blew out a breath, steeling myself. This wasn’t really a social call—I needed information that could potentially help Freya, and Layla was one of the few people I trusted to have that knowledge.
Gathering my tote bag stuffed with research materials and the twins out of their car seats, I headed up the gravel path to her porch. The door swung open before I could even knock,
