Two days passed after the duel without anything eventful happening, and Layla was only grateful for the peace and quiet. She knew that it wouldn't last, but she would take it when she could get it.
Layla had replayed the duel in her mind over and over again, trying to understand it. It wasn't that she hadn't seen Henry fight before, it was that she hadn't really seen him fight like that. In a wolf battle with one-on-one combat.
Jake had always been one of their most talented fighters, but Henry had fought him off like it was nothing. Jake hadn't even managed to scratch Henry, let alone draw blood. She found herself wondering if Auburn fought that well, too, and she was suddenly grateful that she hadn't tried to run away from him, or that she hadn't let her pack challenge him.
She tried to push those thoughts out of her mind. The duel had been over with for days now, and Henry had spared Jake's life. For that, she could only be grateful.
