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Damn Drake

DEL MORINO

It was today. I had dreaded this moment like a plague and I hated the decision more than anything but I had to do it. Adrian was dead and losing Layla would be the death of me.

The sky was the color of slate, cold and heavy, just like the weight in my chest. The weight that had refused to go down ever since that day.

I stood at the front of the pack house, watching the small entourage waiting to take Layla to my mother's pack. I had made sure everything was in ...