As Henry drove away from his apartment, he knew that there was absolutely no point in arguing with Layla further. She had made up her mind, and there was no changing it.
He couldn't understand how things had changed between them so quickly. The night after the execution, he had felt sure that they were making headway, that they were becoming what they had been before she'd left.
But then tonight, it seemed like it was now worse than ever between them. And he just couldn't explain why. It didn't make any sense for it to be the execution that was bothering her, since she had been perfectly fine during and after it.
She had come from a pack in the forest, too. And he knew for a fact that they had executions often, it was more common for wolves to cross territory in forest packs than in the city, and in the city, the wolves were more lenient with who crossed what territory.
