JACKSON
She was furious.
The moment we stepped into the supernatural circle, she struggled in my embrace, her fists pummeling my back, her voice hoarse with anger. "Jackson, let go!" she growled, her breathing laboured. "You can't just haul me in here like some-some possession with laboured breathing I gritted my teeth and held tighter. "I can, and I did," I muttered, continuing pace without wavering toward the border of the pack. "You would have never come willingly, and you know it."
"Because I don't belong here!" she hissed, "I'm not some pack wolf to be summoned at your command!"
I pushed the sting of her words aside. I did understand her frustration, but facts were facts: Alexia wasn't just any wolf. She was our mate, mine and Jaden's and Jermaine's, whether she liked it or not.
