Jaxon's POV:
The night had been absolute hell. My wolf had been pacing nonstop, growling, restless as f**k. Every muscle in my body was tight, and my patience? Yeah, that was long gone. He kept pushing, clawing, snapping at me to move, go, and find her.
'Go back. Now.' His voice was a raw demand in my head.
That alone pissed me off. He never acted like this—never got like this over anything. Unless we were in danger. Or unless I was "wasting time" with some she-wolf that wasn't her.
The hypocritical bastard tolerated the hookups, but he never let me forget they were just that—empty, meaningless distractions. And yet, every single time, he had the nerve to sulk afterward like I was the one in the wrong.
My brothers weren't faring any better. Callum, normally the one who kept his
