CHAPTER 16

The sun was beaming down as I walked up to Jaxon on the training field, my head still spinning from the mystery of the artifact Aunt Belinda told me about the previous night. I was trying to act carefree, but my excitement about uncovering the truth was written all over my face.

"Hey, Jax," I greeted with a playful smile, hoping to catch him off guard.

"Had a good night's rest?" He was busy arranging some firearms.

"Hardly."

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Hey Jax, have you ever heard of an ancient werewolf artifact?"

Jaxon stopped what he was doing and our eyes connected for a second. He chuckled lightly, obviously amused by my sudden interest in artifacts.

"Why are you suddenly so interested in that?"

"Cause I am."

He looked at me with a sly smile, "Are you sure you've not been snooping around?"

My cheeks flushed, "No, what are you saying? Just tell me if you have or not."

"Fine, the artifact…." he replied, contemplating. "People used to talk about it a lot before bu