Jayla

"You better explain yourself with a proper statement, lady," she says as she folds her arms across her chest and taps a foot impatiently. "Um... I'm... I'm sorry, Jess," I whisper, fiddling with my fingers but she narrows her eyes at me.

Jessica is a little bit mad at me for not taking her with me and going off to the pack border alone. She is upset that I risked my life because of her while she was sleeping like a goddamn baby. Her words, not mine.

At first she ...