Jaxon POV
The first light of dawn barely breached the horizon, a faint gray glow seeping through the mansion’s windows as I moved silently down the hall. The house was still, the only sounds the creak of floorboards under my boots and the distant chirp of early birds outside.
Lyra was still asleep in our bed, her face peaceful, her body curled into the furs, and I’d left her there, reluctant to disturb the quiet beauty of her rest. But my mind was a storm, churning with the weight of her words last night—Fiona’s cruelty, her attempt to humiliate Lyra, the chilling possibility of poison in her food.
The thought alone made my wolf snarl, a primal rage simmering beneath my skin. Fiona had crossed a line, and I was done letting it slide. This ended today.
I’d let Fiona stay in the pack t
