Jaxon

I stormed through the eastern chamber, footsteps heavy with the weight of anger rising through my chest. I didn’t knock. I couldn’t wait. I shoved Ronan’s chamber door open.

He was shirtless, halfway through lacing up his boots, clearly preparing for bed, or something less useful.

Ronan’s eyes snapped to mine. “Alpha Jaxon?” His tone shifted from casual to concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re moving. Now,” I barked. “We head to Wolfspring tonight.”

He ...