JACKSON
We had two tests to run on Tyler, it was not because we wanted to but because we had to.
Nothing about his business made sense, there were no clear records or steady flow that showed where his money came from. It was all smoke and mirrors, numbers that danced but never landed. The kind of thing you only see when someone is hiding blood under silk.
The first test was for me.
For my instinct.
For my wolf, who wouldn’t shut up from the first day I saw him.
Those marks on his chest weren’t scars. They weren’t tattoos. They weren’t ordinary.
The magic threaded through them was old, dark, and hungry it was a curse, not the sloppy kind either. It was the kind that eats slowly and asks for payment in flesh and blood and that was deadly.
The second test was for Tristan.
His invest
