Chapter 182 Pack A Bag

• Layla hadn’t slept a wink since Jackson had run out of the packhouse.
• She looked back at the bed where her sister had passed out, fully dressed. Britney had been too exhausted to take in anything she had tried to tell her. Not that she’d made much sense. She’d been too worked up to say much more than ‘keep your damn mouth shut’. She didn’t know if Britney had understood anything.
• Why the hell had Jackson kept something so important from her? That had nothing to do with the pack; he should have told her the moment he knew the Circle wanted to see her.