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Jackson stepped inside... and stopped.
He froze for just a breath, but he didn’t look surprised. Not even a little. It was like he had already guessed I wasn’t alone, like he’d sensed it, the same way wolves smelled storms before they broke.
His eyes dragged slowly over me and Tyler, the space between us was too tight, too close, too warm to pretend nothing was happening.
His gaze stayed cold, but somewhere in that darkness, something heavy flickered. It was sadness, hurt, and something old. Something I didn’t have the strength to face.
I looked away first.
He didn’t yell. He didn’t drag Tyler off me like before. He just walked forward with slow, controlled steps, the kind of calm that wasn’t calm at all. The kind that came from forcing your wolf into a cage.
I didn’t under
