Jaxon

The walk back to the pack house felt longer than usual, every step weighted down by the questions banging against the walls of my skull. My jaw clenched with every thought. The figure Elvira met — I had no proof, no certainty. But that lingering feeling… something was wrong.

I hated speculating without facts. That was how wars started. That was how good people died. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing my thoughts just as much as my body. Could ...