Chapter 36

• Ayla
• My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum solo against the quiet hum of the pack house. It had taken me all evening to work up the courage, to push aside the nagging voice in my head that screamed, "Bad idea! Walk away!" But I needed my phone. I wanted to be sure if he had my phone. And… well, maybe a little conversation with Rex wouldn't hurt.
• I’d finally decided to brave it, and now here I was, standing outside his room. Deep breath, Ayla, deep breath. I knocked, a pathetic little tap that barely registered. No answer. I tried again, a little louder. Still nothing.