The air feels heavier now. Every breath reminds me of what’s coming.
One year. That’s how long I have left before my grandfather comes for me.
A year before the contract takes me away from everything I love.
From Jax.
Even just thinking about it makes my chest ache. My wolf shifts uneasily, restless and angry. She doesn’t like being trapped. Neither do I.
I sit on the edge of the old couch in my small apartment. Jax is standing near the window, watching the dark street below. The city is quiet, too quiet. We both know it’s not really calm. It’s just waiting.
We’re waiting.
For him.
Jax turns around, his eyes landing on me. They’re soft, but tired. He hasn’t been sleeping much since we found each other again. Neither of us have.
“You should rest.” He says quietly. “You look exhaust
