Nina
I’m sitting in the kitchen, trying to ignore the tension in the air. The house feels too quiet. My mind is louder than ever.
Jaxon’s been out of contact for hours. He’s never been good at answering calls, but this—this silence—is different. It’s too deep. Too long. I can feel it gnawing at me. It’s like the weight of everything is about to come crashing down, and I can’t stop it.
I rub my temples and sigh, a little more tired than I’ve let on. I know I need to focus on my role as Alpha, but God, I’m not even sure I can hold this together.
“Griff, have you heard from him?” I ask, looking up from the counter, my voice quieter than I want it to be.
He looks up from his phone, a frown crossing his face. “Nothing, Nina. Still nothing.” He’s been trying to call Jaxon for the last hour,
