Chapter Thirty Eight: Myriad of Emotions

It was late in the evening. "Does Akila still plan to come today?" Layla wondered. She pulled back the draped and watched the day. The sun had fully gone down, and darkness was gradually blanketing the sky. Derek was asleep on the couch. Layla glanced back at him to check if he had rolled off his side. He loved to toss around the bed, stretching as far as the bed reached. When he had been months old, she often found him against the pillars of his cot rather than on his bed, where she would neatly tuck him on the previous nights. He was still in a secure position. Layla felt restless. She had nothing productive to do. She was equally bored. She knew she couldn't be in hiding for long. She had to confront Canaan. If he wanted her, he could have her. She was better off serving her punishment imprisoned by him rather than hiding out her, anxious everyday of being caught eventually, and the consequences her pack would face on her behalf. She didn't want to make any of the pack