Jaxon

I’m staring at the map in front of me, the one outlining the borders between the Silver Crescent Pack and the Valens Pack, but none of the lines are making sense. My mind’s all over the place, and no matter how hard I try to focus, it keeps circling back to the same thing.

Her.

Nina.

Fuck.

I run a hand through my hair, frustrated as hell. I’ve got a meeting with my council in twenty minutes, but I’m not thinking about the territory disputes or the pack politics we’re ...