JAXSON’S POVThe past two weeks had been grueling.Between border matters, winter supplies running low, and trying to keep peace within the pack, I barely felt like a man anymore. I was running on black coffee and three hours of sleep, carrying a weight that felt heavier by the day."You look like hell, Jaxson," Marcus said, leaning against the balcony railing next to me.Marcus was my Beta, but more than that, he was the closest thing I had to a real friend in this place. He was the only one who didn't bow his head every time I breathed."Thanks, Marcus," I grunted, taking a sip of cold coffee. "Appreciate the vote of confidence."Marcus chuckled, but his eyes drifted down to the courtyard below. I didn't need to look to know what he was watching. Or rather, who.Ava was down near the glasshouse, holding a crate of herbs for the elder healers. She was wearing dark jeans and a soft charcoal sweater. Simple, comfortable, and completely her.Then, she laughed.It was a real, br
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