Anastasia's POV
Smoke still hung in the air, and the scent of blood and burning wood clung to everything. The rogues had been defeated, but the pack was shaken and so was I.
Jayden hadn’t spoken a word since the fight ended. He stood in the middle of the field, covered in blood, some his, most not. His eyes were still glowing faintly, and his wolf was just beneath the surface, restless and wild. I had seen a different side of him today, a dangerous, feral side. One that could destroy anything in his path.
And yet, I wasn’t afraid of him.
“Jayden,” I called softly, approaching him with slow steps.
He didn’t move, his breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling with effort. He was stuck in between man and wolf. His shirt was torn, his knuckles bloodied, and his face looked haunted.
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