MAYA’S POV
My brows furrowed, my hands clenching into fists at my sides as I glared at Jax. He was the one with Rafe yesterday, and it was clear he didn't have any sense of urgency. How could he let the man go like that—injured and alone?
"What were your true intentions?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the chilly morning sky. "Was the plan to kill my husband? To let him bleed out in silence? Tell me, Jax!"
I faced him squarely, my expression hardened. Jax blinked, looking completely stunned.
"Maya, what are you talking about? We’re here to report to the Alpha. Did something happen?" He took off his hat, placing it over his chest.
"You tell me," I snapped, stepping forward so they couldn't see past me into the house. "My husband is bedridden from a stab wound. It’s so bad he’s be
