Jason and I decided we should regroup with the pack, I can feel Jason’s mind is in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The weight of my family's history pressed heavily on him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that Jax’s return was too convenient—like a shadow lurking just beyond the light. What were his true motives? Did he genuinely want to help, or was he working to further his own agenda?
The pack was tense, a palpable energy buzzing in the air as they prepared for the potential oncoming attack. Jason's instincts told him to keep his guard up around Jax, but my trust in him complicated everything. They both feel the need to protect me, but Jason couldn’t ignore the nagging doubts gnawing at him.
“Jason,” I said, catching his eye as we moved through the clearing where the pack was a
