Jax’s POV
I didn't run. I didn't yell. When I stepped out of the security room with the hard drive in my hand, my steps were measured, slow, and deathly quiet. But the aura that surrounded my body was so thick and suffocating that the guards posted in the corridor instinctively pressed themselves against the wall and bowed their heads as I passed them. The wolf living inside me was no longer raging; it had become an ice-cold, calculating predator, focused on its prey.
I entered the great dining hall. The members of the packs sat at the tables in tense silence. Due to the pre-war tension and the capture of the "traitor," no one had slept.
"Silas!" my voice boomed, so deep that even the concrete walls trembled. "Bring the projector. Everyone, down to the last pup and elder, come here. Kae
