The rest of the ceremony passed relatively easily and quickly. The rest of the wolves shifted back, and the babies were named.
There was a feast in honor of the babies and then the night was over. But Layla couldn't get the words of the elder out of her head.
All she could hear was the old man telling her that she had been marked for greatness. But Layla couldn't understand that. If he had told her that she had been marked for trouble, she would have well understood that, because it was all she seemed to attract. Or heartbreak. That would have made sense, too.
In the days that Layla hadn't seen him, her heart seemed to ache for Henry more and more. And she often questioned herself if she had done the right thing.
There was no way that she could ever know for sure, but she knew that since she had been there, things had only gotten worse and worse.
