When Kyla woke up the next morning, it had been in a foul mood. She was brooding over the events that took place after Albert dropped her off yesterday.
It so happened that she had gone off to patrol with her trackers, and as if on a stroke of luck, they had picked up the scent of the killer again. It was a hot pursuit. And Layla had charged forward with the agility of a Cheetah. Kyla knew it had been anger as a result of their last encounter that fueled her wolf's determination to catch the blasted beast, which had taken a woman's form again.
Much to Layla's dismay, she had escaped after springing a disappearing trick on them. The good news was, now they knew what they were dealing with was related to witchcraft. But this wasn't the only thing that kept her in a foul mood. After the patrol ended a few hours ago, she'd been called in for an emergency meeting with the Emril.
