The air swirled around them, and the breeze that before felt like an appreciated caress was now beginning to sting against their skin.

“Say something,” Lola begged after Jax had stood stoic for over a minute.

“You’re a Doe,” he whispered into the wind.

“So you’ve heard of them?” she asked.

“Only in fairytales as a child. Nobody ever spoke of them as something in existence,” he replied.

Lola chuckled. “You mean like werewolves and ...