Jackson’s Point of View
Mia left the hall with a furious look. Clearly, Clayton had pissed her off somehow.
“I’ll check on her.” Sam patted my shoulder as she followed Mia.
“No, Mia, wait.” Clayton took a step to follow them as well, but I stopped him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked him with a frowned face.
“Jackson, it’s really not a good time.” He spoke impatiently. His eyes were fixed on the door through which Mia disappeared.
“You are coming with me,” I ordered him to follow me. Fifty werewolves were in the area, and it would be a wonderful opportunity to know why they were here. I asked him to follow me to my room, which was obviously quieter than the hall. The loud music still could be hard, though the intensity was much less.
I stood tall in front of him as I qu
