Jax Porter Novels & Stories

Wolf let out a shaky breath beside me, and Cormac muttered something that sounded like a prayer. The doctor cleared his throat. “Now… about transport.” Wolf jumped in first. “When can we move him to Jasper?” The doctor blinked. “Jasper? As in… Missouri?” “Yes,” Wolf said. “His family is there. His people. We need to get him home.” The doctor shook his head immediately. “Absolutely not. Not by road. He wouldn’t survive the bumps, the strain—” “It won’t be by road,” I cut in. “We’ll fly him. From El Paso to Joplin. It’s only a thirty‑minute drive to the compound from there.”