KAYLA POINT OF VIEW.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I took in a deep breath trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "What do you want?" I asked, bowing low, picking at my nails.

I couldn't dismiss the look of amusement on his face. "I want you to get up and follow me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You have to meet your parents."

I stood up slowly, thinking of an escape route. I couldn't let my father see me or take me back to our pack, that’s ...