Jaxson
This pain is new. It’s worse.
I’ve been on the run for what feels like days, trying to clear my mind, hearing my father give into his pack’s whims over and over again. He’s caved into their damn complaints about how commoners are to be used, to be toyed with, and I can’t go back to the palace while I picture Aurora in any one of their places.
I can’t let this go on anymore. I’ve failed my mate, the most important woman in my life, and as I stumble in the woods, stammering to a stop, I know this pain building in my chest has to do with her. I kneels, catching my breath, my hand clutching my chest while a fire builds up my throat. It’s similar to the pain that hit me when Aurora and Luke had kissed.
If she’s doing it again now, my heart breaks, feeling heat and pressure swirl t
