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Ava’s POVI decided to help Jax. I took the initiative and called some of the partners I’d worked with before. Most of them were in the medical field anyway, and they already had shipping and logistics needs. On top of that, we’d always worked well together in the past.So when I told them I hoped they’d give Jax a chance and work with him, they agreed pretty much on the spot.Yeah, Damon and his sister were both awful, no question. But Jax really was a decent person. In a way, we were kind of in the same boat—both of us were the ones getting pushed down and controlled. Maybe that was why I could understand him better.And Jax wasn’t like them. I didn’t know if what I was doing was right or not. Still, I followed my gut and did it.All I did was hand him an opportunity. Whether he could make something of it was up to him. As for me, my main focus still had to be myself. I walked over to the mirror and looked at my arms and legs. Honestly, my body was already much stronger than an ordi

Adrian’s POVThe meeting room reeked of Cuban cigar tar mixed with the stale pheromones of more than a dozen elders. The smell reminded him of rotting dead leaves after rain—old, damp, and vaguely disgusting. They were old too. Old in their bones, old in their heads. All they knew was clutching rules made centuries ago like some sacred cheat code, blind to the fact that the world outside was already flipping upside down.He strode in without slowing.The elders of the pack council were all standing around the long table. Not one of them had taken a seat. On the West Coast, this was an old-school way of making a scene. When the council had serious objections to the current Alpha’s decisions, they stayed on their feet to show open resistance.Oswald followed one step behind and silently pulled back the high-backed leather chair at the head of the table.Adrian didn’t sit.He planted both hands on the edge of the table and swept his gaze across every face in the room.Elder Ruben stood f

Adrian’s POVHe stared at the cold body lying on the morgue table. The sharp stench of disinfectant filled the room, but it still couldn’t fully cover the thick, metallic smell of blood. No matter how bright the sun was on the West Coast, it never reached the dark corners along the border. War—old, savage, ugly as hell—had never really disappeared from the werewolf world. It had just shrunk into smaller, blood-soaked clashes.“Step up border patrols.” Adrian turned and gave the order to Oswald, who stood nearby. “Then visit the family. I want to know how they’re holding up.”“I will.” Oswald’s gaze stayed on the dead warrior, his jaw tight enough to crack. “We’ve already activated the new defense network we got through those human military contractors, Alpha. But the test results weren’t great. The thermal imaging system has blind spots in heavy fog. Those rogue wolves took advantage of that gap.”Adrian walked to the sink and turned on the faucet. “There’s a top-tier tech expo in San

Jax’s POVJax leaned back in his leather swivel chair, half a glass of bourbon in hand. The liquor burned all the way down, harsh and ugly. As the owner of a decent logistics company, he was used to putting out fires from every direction, but dealing with the woman in front of him was somehow way more exhausting than handling any client.Catherine stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, arms folded tight across her chest. She was wearing that custom Chanel suit, her spine ramrod straight, like a poisoned arrow aimed right at him and just waiting to fly."Are you even listening to me, Jax?" Her voice sliced through the stale air in the office, sharp enough to sting. She wasn’t holding back her pressure at all, the dominance of a high-ranking she-wolf rolling off her as she tried to grind on his nerves.He ignored the jab. He set the glass down hard on the desk, and the dull thud of glass against wood landed between them like a warning. "Oh, I heard you perfectly, dear wife.

Ava’s POVThe second Ava got back to Bloodmoon Manor, a servant led her straight to the helipad. At the far end of the runway, a dark gray Gulfstream G650 sat there in silence, low-key but ridiculously expensive at a glance.She pushed the car door open, and her heels hit the sun-scorched asphalt with a sharp click.Adrian was standing beside the boarding stairs. Today, he’d ditched his usual all-black formalwear and switched into a tailored blue-gray casual suit. The collar was open, showing those sharp, clean collarbones. Sunlight cut across the bridge of his nose, carving his whole figure into something cold, hard, and dangerously aggressive.“Trouble?” he asked as he watched her walk over, his gaze dropping to the phone clenched in her hand before she even noticed she was gripping it too hard. A top Alpha’s instincts were no joke. He caught the leftover shift in her mood almost instantly.She tossed the phone into her handbag. The metal clasp snapped shut with a crisp sound.“Just