Was she dreaming? Layla followed Jax out of yet another room, leaving destruction and bloodshed in their wake. Her head was a mess, but somehow Nia was holding everything together. Maybe her wolf had always kept things together, with all that shit they’d gone through growing up. But how could she fight like that when everything inside her was falling apart? How was Jax standing in front of her in the hellish place she’d thought she would die in? After watching him decimate their enemies, her hope they would make it out alive grew. Who would have thought that, after growing up in the slums of Wolfdale, she’d see so much bloodshed? That she would be a murderer? That she would like it. Watching Jax rip apart the enemy was like watching an artist at work. His movements were precise, smooth, and so quick that the Hunters couldn’t keep up with him. His red eyes matched all the red on the walls and the floor, and his teeth... She shivered when he dispatched the last Hunter in the room a
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