Jaxon's POV
My father’s office always felt stuffer than anywhere else in the pack, the weight of decisions made here. Lives altered. Futures that had been broken. Blackfang, my father sat at the centre of the long table.
I couldn’t sit. My legs wouldn’t let me. I’d been pacing the wall for what felt like hours. Every pass I made took me closer to that desk and then away from it again.
Aurora’s name burned behind every thought inside me.
There were three others in the room with me. My father, Beta Kellan who was standing near the bookcase with his arms folded across his chest. And then there's Celeste who's sitting stiffly in the chair opposite my father, her hands clasped in her lap so tightly her knuckles had gone white. She kept her head lowered, her hair falling like a curtain to h
