Layla Gray Spy Racers Novels & Stories

He knew that the pack could not handle any mire threats or a war for now, except his alpha abs Luna would fight the battle themselves. “I don’t want to ruin your night, but there’s something you need to know,” he began, his voice low and urgent. Dario’s brow furrowed, and he crossed his arms, the playful demeanor of moments before replaced by the intensity of a leader. “What is it?” Trent took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “Our spy, the one we had stationed near the human border, Layla, she’s been killed.” The words hung in the air, heavy and foreboding.

Matteo's eyes raked through the compound, counting the men littered around the compound, holding their guns around their hoisters not so discreetly, Greg had security no doubt but they weren't exactly five star He could take these guys out in a minute without even breaking a sweat. His eyes moved again and he recognized the white Aston Martin parked just close to Spade's car, he'd seen it so many times he would recognize it anywhere. It belonged to the kid. His eyes moved back to look at Spade and from the looks in his eyes, he hadn't seen the car, which in a way was good, because he couldn't be distracted now and anything that concerned that Miller kid was a distraction for Spade.

She was tall, she was petite, delicate and very beautiful just as Drake as described She looked afraid. He didn't want to attack first, he was good in observing but he was making sure she was the one. However she fit Drakes description of them: she was small had brown hair and a soft face. “She’s the one.” Kray whispered to himself. Kray’s hatred was enough to motivate the mission even though he had never seen Layla's face. No image. Not sure of who she was . Just a place and a name. Drake should have given them a picture but as usual and claiming to get boss of them all, he had decided to stay back for them to ‘bring the girl’.

She felt something was off about him but she couldn't quite pinpoint it “Where are you headed?” he asked. *** Lyra and Jasper sat in silence, eating raspberry and white chocolate cupcakes. Jasper had walked Lyra to Tyler’s corner. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there. Jasper had offered to follow Lyra to the coffee shop. “What pack are you from?” Jasper asked, breaking the silence. “Umm..” Lyra said choking on her food. “Dark hills pack” she lied through her teeth. “what about you?” “Salem pack” he muttered looking away from her.

the she-wolf introduced herself. “Layla Gray?” Isabella raised an eyebrow. She recognized the name. How could she not? The she-wolf had been born into the original Grey Wolf bloodline. Maverick wasn’t yet mated. As his sister, that made Layla one powerful and influential female. Despite that fact, Isabella felt instantly affectionate toward her —Maverick’s little sister or not. “Nice to meet you, Layla.” “Likewise.” Layla headed for the door. Halfway there, she glanced back. “Are you coming?”

"Wait up, I'm coming with you." Two girls stepped out of the martial arts studio just in time to see Elio slide into his car. Layla called out, "Hold up!" but he did not hear her, and his sleek Cayenne peeled out of the parking lot. "Come on, we have got to move!" Layla jumped into her rugged Jeep Wrangler, Alicia riding shotgun. They roared off, trying to keep up. Elio's Cayenne, however, was lightning-fast, leaving them in the dust.

"My mom doesn't like me racing. Too dangerous." "Liar!" Lyra teased. "You’ve already conquered the local circuit. After the Nationals comes the International stage. It’s your duty to race for the glory of the country!" Chloe smiled bitterly. "I’ll leave the glory to the 'patriotic boys.' Besides, do you want to know who I was racing against?" "Who?" "Xavier Grayson."

And I am confident that I am not a bitch. Kira’s free hand rests lightly on my shoulder as she speaks to the women. “Stephanie, Julia, Rose, this is Layla,” she says, smiling at the group. “She’s Raelin’s mate.” Did she really have to add that last part?! The three women suddenly stop sipping their cherry colored drinks at once, and I catch the subtle shift in their facial expressions. They don't look very happy, but they also don't look like they want to pounce on me and murder me on the spot.

I whispered so that only she would hear me, and after what felt like forever she gave me a small nod and the fingers gripping my shirt slowly eased up. “She’s lost consciousness again,” I told Grayson, and a skeptic look flashed over his features until I added: “Take her to the infirmary before she wakes up in a panic. I’m sure going feral traumatised her.” He gave a quick nod, quickly eating up the space between us; and when he finally got close enough to me he held his arms out to take Layla. “I’ll hurry and make—” Grayson never got to finish his sentence. My claws were on his throat leaving deep punctures in his trachea before he even knew what was happening.

Her furious emerald eyes widened when she looked up at the sight of Layla. Layla's body ascended into the air, blinding purple light embracing her body while her hair glowed with power. Her eyes were the colour of the moon and her expression was one of rage. She made a slashing movement with her hand and sent the grey lycan flying a few feet away. The lycan crashed into the wall again and the hit seemed to enrage the beast. She burst out of the wall with a ferocious roar and slammed her body into Layla, but in the next instant, Layla had disappeared. She reappeared behind the grey lycan and was about to make a move when the grey lycan suddenly turned around and grabbed her neck.