Chapter 130 Goodbye

• Jackson gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white.
• He should have known. Left alone, Layla would do the one thing she had been trying to do since the day he met her: run away.
• She could sense how angry he was, but she was still emotionless. She was sitting in his passenger seat, her head held high as if she had done nothing wrong. Did she even think of all the things that could have happened to her out there alone? Had she thought of the baby? She’d walked so far she’d almost reached the boundary of a rival pack, for fuck’s sake!