Chapter Twenty-Five

Layla POV

I am waiting on the porch for Amy to turn up; we want to celebrate our sixteenth birthday early. Amy was right; we rule the school; it didn't take much to put Sasha and her friends in their place; once they realized I was not going to take shit from any of them anymore, they did what most bullies do and ran. Hearing someone yelling, I see my father leaving Sasha’s house; he is pissed off about something. I duck back inside the house, hoping that he doesn't see me. I survive by keeping out of his sight as much as possible; living with Marian helps keep me safe.

Marian is back from her walk, her face is red, and she looks upset,

“What’s wrong, Marian?”

“Alpha Michael spoke to me, and he insists you move back to the packhouse.”

“Why would he want that? Michael doesn't give a shit about me.”

“Don't let your father hear you call him by his name Layla. It will make him furious.”

I don't intend to let him hear me; it's just my way of telling him to go fuck himself without Michael