Jackson’s POV

My patience was running thin, every minute that passed felt like sand slipping through my fingers, carrying the throne further out of my reach.

I clenched my jaw and turned toward the woman kneeling before me. The seer’s cloudy eyes reflected the flames, her expression unreadable. She had been with my pack for years, long before I’d taken power but lately, she had grown far too bold for her own good.

“I need your help,” I said finally, my tone sharp enough to slice ...