Jaxson This pain is new. It’s worse.I’ve been on the run for what feels like days, trying to clear my mind, hearing my father give into his pack’s whims over and over again. He’s caved into their damn complaints about how commoners are to be used, to be toyed with, and I can’t go back to the palace while I picture Aurora in any one of their places.I can’t let this go on anymore. I’ve failed my mate, the most important woman in my life, and as I stumble in the woods, stammering to a stop, I know this pain building in my chest has to do with her. I kneels, catching my breath, my hand clutching my chest while a fire builds up my throat. It’s similar to the pain that hit me when Aurora

Aurora He’s bleeding profusely, holding his face while he trembles on the floor like a wet dog. My wolf is pleased with the sight, leaping over him before he can heal and trailing up the cellar stairs. She’s not careful or quiet, barging down the hall until met with the metal barracks built into the packhouse. It’s the place I was first kept and it still smells of Luke.My wolf presses against the door, flinging the first one open, seeing Luke standing erect against the back wall. His eyes are wide in shock, then in fear, before they settle on my eyes and I feel my best friend ease at the sight of my wolf. She howls unexpectedly, the noise sure to wake up every member of this traitorous pack.Luke doesn’t s