Jax's POV
“Jax. This isn't an argument. You need help. Your body is breaking down.”
I shook my head, removing my hand from his grip. “I can't!” My voice thundered. “They're taking her to the lab. We have to go. She'll suffer.”
I pushed the door open, forcing it to come to a half and began limping on the sand.
Jordan ran up to me and stepped in front of me. "This is madness. You're going to die. You're barely standing. Our pack needs you. You can't—"
I grabbed his collar with my good hand. "She is mine and they took her! She's my mate! I need her as much as I need air. So don't stop me."
“Listen to him.” I hated that voice. My head lifted to Mercer walking down to us, his hands buried in his pockets. “You are acting irrational. You need to think. You almost got yourself killed and no
