Chapter 17: The Idea

Solomon nor Simon really knew what to do with Layla. It was as if she was possessed. She kept repeating, "you are my mate" and then laughing to herself. Solomon tried to connect with her via telepathy but her thoughts were too jumbled and her wolf was too frantic. He would have to wait till she told him. He was used to and very comfortable with waiting for her.

"I have to go back," she said abruptly. "I have a son!"

"Did you forget?" Simon asked skeptically. "What kind of mother are you?"

"Shut your mouth," Solomon said bitingly.

Layla smiled as she gave back the cloak. "Thank you for this." She turned to leave.

"Wait!" Simon called after her, Solomon growled disapprovingly. Simon glared at his older brother. At eighteen, he lacked the maturity of a man as he clung to the behaviors of a child. "I need a response. Are you coming or not?"

"What?" Layla was thrown till Simon gestured towards the small crumpled scroll in her hand. "Oh, this. This is a trap, but I will go. I'm not