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I hiss, grabbing his arm just as he lifts the bottle again, ready to spit more poison. He turns to me, eyes blazing, lips curled in a half-smile. “There she is. My good girl. Come to save the day?” I push against his chest, desperation clawing at my throat as my voice lowered to a whisper. “Stop. Please. You’re making a scene.” “That’s the point.” His voice is low and dangerous, but his grip on the bottle tightens like it’s the only thing keeping him standing. “Shouldn't it end?” I glared so hard that my eyes hurt. “Not here, Jace. Not today.” My hands shake as I tug on his arm, pulling him away from the hall. “Please. For me.”

His dirty blonde hair, his blue eyes glint mischievously under the dim light, he grins like he’s entertained. ‘Why does he look familiar?’ “Relax,” he drawls. “We just came to say hi, no need to be so rude.” Brandon’s jaw clenches and he steps even forward, Isaac and a bunch of guys moves forward too. Dirty blonde chuckles, he radiates so much happiness for someone he looks like he just stepped into the lion’s den. “Who is he?” I whisper-ask Yara, trying not to draw attention to myself. She sighs. “Jace Norman, captain of the silverwolves, from silver high and damn psychopaths.”

'' I smirked and playfully poked him in the side. Jace and I didn't get to speak with each other much. He was cute, though. He was tall-hence the basketball- and he had long dark brown slightly wavy hair that was pulled into a quick bun. I especially loved his eyes, they were a light brown colour that reminded me of Zoa's iced coffee for some reason. He also had a moustache and beard that connected and cut low; he was very scruffy, and I liked it. He was basically the human version of an English cocker spaniel-cute and hairy.

I knew I was going to end up meeting Tiffany at some point but not today. “Anyway, my name is Jace. You must be Xena. My sister is still madly in love with Axel so when she heard that he finally got a girl home to meet his parents, she really wanted to know who it was but obviously, she can never gather enough courage to see Axel again so I came.” He says and I nod my head. “So the Lancasters don’t mind you? Like you are on good terms with them?” I ask him out of curiosity. “Well, they don’t mind me. I haven’t really been that involved in ‘illegal’ stuff. I like enjoying my life, parties, and sleeping around. So I am not exactly a threat.” He says as I roll my eyes.

We moved through the crowd, past stares and whispers, toward the double doors of the gym — until I heard him. “Nova.” Just my name. But the weight in his voice stopped me mid-step. I turned. Jace — 6’1”, built like he’d spent the summer lifting weights instead of emotions — stepped forward. His olive skin was tanned deeper now, brows furrowed like he was struggling to say what he should’ve said months ago. “You look… different.” “So do you,” I replied evenly, then tipped my head. “But not where it counts.” Talia grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. “We’re late for the welcome meeting,” she hissed.

Not yet. Jace turned away, pacing to the bar, slamming his fist on the counter. Bottles rattled. “That woman has been a thorn in my side since the day she walked into this town,” he muttered. “She doesn’t belong to him, she belongs to the fire we started.” He looked up, eyes blazing. “Now she’s back with Ryder — and that means war.” No one said a word. The air was thick, heavy, electric with tension. Then the phone on the counter started to buzz.

Eyes the color of molten steel, drawing others in with their magnetic intensity. It was snowing outside yet he still wore a t-shirt, which showed off his muscles. Tattoos peeked from his sleeves. I thought I was still in my dreams. “…Jace?” I murmured. “Yeah,” he held my hands. “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t get it…Why are you here?” Jace was my childhood playmate. He lived next door to me in a scratchy neighborhood. I always thought that his family was poor as mine. Until one day, he moved away out of the blue and that was when I leant that he was High Gale Pack’s Alpha’s bastard son.

Remy Jacek was waiting for me in the south hall, arms folded and one shoulder against the stone like he’d been born leaning on that wall. Todd came up from the kitchen with a coffee in each hand and the resigned look of a man who’d been volunteered for something before hearing the job description. “Afternoon, Alpha,” Jacek said. “You look like a man who slept and didn’t hate it.” “I slept,” I admitted. Pierce stretched once under my skin, pleased and possessive and—for once—quiet. “On a couch, next to the right person. Didn’t hate a minute.”

“Wakey wakey!” Jace said as he pushed my door open without waiting for a reply. He walked inside with a wide grin like he had been up for hours. I rubbed my eyes. “Why are you acting like someone gave you a feast?” “Because today is the day we meet those little brats,” he said, tapping his fingers together in fake excitement. “You have not even seen them yet and you already call them brats.” I shook my head. “My great intuition says they will be brats. I trust my instincts.”

It continued till he got so much used to it that he plucked an eye out of a man and hades didn’t even bat an eye. Outside the door, Jace stood with weary eyes and an expression that didn’t fit his face. He was the most cheerful of the trio and his playful side remained intact even if it was war. This time Hades knew what had bought that expression on his face. He didn’t care this time. Jace had asked him to take it from the airport so why did he bring him here himself? Maybe he thought he could change Hades’ decision. But seeing Hades’ expression Jace’s hopes died.