Jax’s POV
The moment Freya turned on her heel and ran into the pouring rain, everything changed. According to pack law, running was the same as admitting guilt. Chaos erupted throughout the hall. Kaelen’s warriors drew their weapons while my own stood frozen, tense, waiting for my command.
Inside my head, only one frantic voice screamed.
Your mate. Go after her.
My wolf was raging. He wanted to tear Selene apart, tear Kaelen apart, tear apart anyone who stood against her.
But reality stood right in front of me.
The overturned table.
The stolen battle plans.
The titanium dagger lying on the floor.
And a pureblood werewolf who had sworn upon the Moon Goddess and the blood of his ancestors that he had seen her.
An Alpha could not ignore the most sacred oath.
If I chased after Freya
