11. Summons

Jax walked into the conference room where Dylan was waiting and went straight for the drinks cabinet.

“A little too early for that, isn’t it?” Dylan said.

He threw his head back and downed the shot before he poured another. And that still wasn’t enough fortification. He turned around and looked at the envelope Dylan placed on the table. There was only one group of people so full of themselves that they still sent messengers when they could easily have called.

The little envelope had its official seal, a raised circle stamped in red wax, and it stank of dark magic.

“It’s been over a year since that incident at the gate and longer since Alpha Finn. Why would they do this now?” Dylan asked.

“Because they’re assholes,” he growled.

He’d started to believe that the Circle accepted his declaration that they were breaking away because he hadn’t heard from them since their last visit. Since Layla grabbed Hugo by his throat. He should have known better. They would never let him go t