Solomon nor Simon really knew what to do with Layla. It was as if she was possessed. She kept repeating, “you are my mate” and then laughing to herself. Solomon tried to connect with her via telepathy but her thoughts were too jumbled and her wolf was too frantic. He would have to wait till she told him. He was used to and very comfortable with waiting for her.

“I have to go back,” she said abruptly. “I have a son!”

“Did you forget?” Simon asked ...