Jax’s POV
The air in the interrogation room was suffocating. The thick, metallic smell of blood, the scorching stench of silver, and the weight of unspoken betrayal practically settled heavily on my lungs. Freya's bowed head, her silent, resigned posture as she let Kaelen roughly yank the chains... this was the point where the dam built up in my mind began to crack.
My wolf couldn't take it anymore. An ancient, bloodthirsty, inarticulate howl shuddered through my head. The beast shook its cage, and every cell of it demanded that I rush over, tear off my ally's head, and bathe in the blood of everyone who dared to harm our mate. My claws had already emerged from beneath my skin, my hands clenched into fists, and my eyes blazed an uncontrollable yellow in the dark corner.
If I spend one m
