Jaxon
The next day, I arrive at Nina’s territory with my pack in tow, my nerves buzzing in that way only a f*****g mess can make them. She’s been playing games with me, pushing my boundaries, and it’s time to stop it.
The scene is familiar, almost comforting in its brutality—Nina’s people look like they expect a fight, but there’s no way they’re ready for what’s coming. I don’t give a s**t if they’re armed or not. They won’t stop me. No one gets to touch my pack.
Especially not f*****g Rylan.
I stop in front of her, my boots digging into the dirt like I’m marking my territory. My jaw is tight, fists clenched at my sides, but I don’t look at Nina just yet. Instead, I focus on the way Rylan stands beside me. His face is pale, the color drained from his lips. He looks like s**t. His hands
