Alpha Jaxon’s POV
The packhouse had never felt this loud and yet quiet all the same.
Damnation. The loudness was not with sound but with fear and I could literally taste it in the air.
Standing tall in the great hall, with my bare hands clenched at my sides and every damned muscle in my body drawn tight like a wire that was wound too tightly and about to snap.
Wolves lined the edges of the room. The Betas, guards and elders. The Omegas were pressed against the walls, with their eyes covered in guilt. Their shallow breaths made me want to end the world. They all were stood here but not her.
And it irked the s**t out of me, to see that she was nowhere to be found.
They were all watching me.
And they were all afraid of what lived inside me. I knew this much.
Layla’s absence was a
