Chapter Thirty-Nine

Layla POV

I struggle trying to move as heat radiates from both sides of me. I feel like I am in a furnace. Rolling to my left, I come in contact with someone. Is that Amy’s scent? It can't be; I look closer, hovering over her, feeling like a stalker. My heart jumps for joy; my friend is alive, laying flat on my back again, and sighing with relief, I move over, trying not to wake her. I stiffen; there is another body. What the hell is this? Breathing deeply, the most fantastic scent fills my senses, lavender pine and a hint of lemon,

“Nope, definitely not going there.”

I have to move; I need to get away from him as fast as possible.

Crawling down to the end of the bed, I intend to run; falling on top of a wolf, I scream and land on my ass. Jumping up, my hand is on the door handle when a deep husky voice says,

“Stop where you are, Layla; don't you dare fucking move.”

I freeze, shivers running down my back. Turning to the voice, I say,

“Who the hell are you, and where the fuck am I?”

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