LORI
How was any of this real? Jason’s father—his own father—was a maniac warlock alpha from the depths of literal hell. And Jason, my Jason, had survived him, fought him, ran from him and healed while I sat around crying over his unread texts like a moron. I stared at him, and every second I spent doing that, more questions slammed into me like bricks.
He rubbed a hand over his face like he was exhausted from talking, and I was exhausted from pretending like I wasn’t absolutely losing my mind. “So… when you said you were stronger than your dad, did you mean emotionally or like, physically? Power-wise?”
He smirked, just a little. “All of the above.”
I shook my head. “How do you even get that strong?”
He glanced at the sword on his wall. “It’s in me. That sword has killed alphas. Dozen
