Jax's POV
I forced myself to hold my shoulders back and to clench my jaw against the pain shooting through my side as I approached Dane on the driveway. The engine of his motorcycle was winding down, giving off a steady stream of heat. My muscles wanted to curl up after all Vandar had done to them, but I refused to show any hint of weakness.
"Is there anything wrong, Alpha?" he asked, sliding one foot off the bike and placing it on the ground. He managed to keep his stupidly wide grin on his face, acting as if he had not just been attempting an escape.
"As a matter of fact, I have some things to talk about," I answered, looking him straight in the eye.
"What could that be?" he questioned, wiping his hands on his jeans.
I smiled slightly despite the fire burning inside of me. "Inside.
