Chapter FORTY-EIGHT

　　“Where are the others?” I snuggled closer to him on our ride back to the werewolf palace. I was exhausted, but excited at the same time. I can’t get over the fact that I have a wolf now and she is the prettiest thing ever. I have burned so much energy from my first shift and I just want to close my eyes and sleep, but I was still so worried for Layla.

　　“They left,” he says shortly.

　　“I dragged Layla into this and she only wanted to help. Please do not punish her. If you must punish anybody then it should be me,” I say faintly, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, he sniffs my hair and exhales softly.

　　“What did Susan say to you?” He asked, a flash of anger in his voice.

　　Oh, that tramp. I had almost forgotten about her. I frowned and sat upright as I remembered her mean words that led me here in the first place. I bit my lower lip and looked out the window. Now he was staring at me with one brow raised.