Ty’s POV

Jax appeared just as I was hugging my dads and Tyra goodbye at the pack border.

“Happy Birthday, dog,” I smirked, pulling him into a solid bro hug.

He scoffed. “Who’s the dog here, you sarcastic snake?”

“Jeez,” I sighed dramatically, pulling back. “A simple ‘thank you’ would’ve done, Your Highness. So ungrateful.”

I bolted before his comeback could land.

Behind me, I heard the distinct snap of bones—Jax had shifted. His ...