Jonas Knox Wikipedia Novelas e Histórias

We are frozen as a family in a state of power struggle, not one of us prepared to pack down until Knox takes a step forward…his eyes watching me with concern. “Jaxon, wolf…now!” Knox orders, stripping off his clothes before my very eyes. He moves towards the vast fields and woodlands that surround us, dropping his clothes as he moves. Surprisingly, it’s Knox that Jaxon listens to, his body turning as he also starts to remove his clothes before shifting into his black large wolf. As soon as he shifts, he drops the command, my legs falling under me as my exhausted body fails me.

“Can you make yourself visible at least? I don’t enjoy talking to nothing, it makes me feel crazy.” Movement out of the corner catches my attention and I watch as Knox emerges. It’s almost as if he’s stepping through a door I can’t see. He’s not translucent. Not glowing or hovering the way you expect a ghost to be. He just is. Tall, lean, and heartbreakingly handsome in a rugged way. His clothes are casual, black ripped jeans and a baggy black T-shirt, but they look well-worn and frayed. I have the urge to go to him, to touch him.