I hadn’t actually thought about how Jax and the other men the Emperor called his Wolves might see themselves.
My own life had been such a tempest that there had been no time for me to think about other people at all for a while, and I was struck by a pang of guilt when Jax used the word ‘beast’ so casually in reference to himself.
It would not have been so jarring if he called Caius a beast, or even if he referred to the others that way. But there was something about the way he said it… the beast that he made me… that made me imagine all the nights Jax must have spent coming to terms with what he had become and it sounded like he saw himself as less than human now, even though the man I was talking to was remarkable.
I weighed my words carefully before I spoke, afraid of saying the wron
