Chapter 84

Layla's POV

The moon hung low in the night sky as the wheels of the car hummed along the winding road, carrying my uncle, Irene and I toward the heart of Leon's pack. The shadows cast by the dense forest seemed to dance to their own tune, an ominous prelude to the impending confrontation.

As the journey unfolded, I couldn't resist the urge to prod at my uncle, who sat stoically beside me. "So, how does it feel, being Leon's trusted errand boy?" I smirked, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

His jaw clenched, but he maintained his composure. "Watch your words, Layla. Disrespecting me won't end well for you."

"Oh, I'm not disrespecting you," I retorted, a rebellious fire flickering in my gaze. "Just marveling at how far you've fallen."

His silence was my canvas, and I continued to paint it with words meant to irk him. "Remember the days when you were a leader, not someone's lackey?"

A vein pulsed in his forehead, a subtle indication tha