Layla’s POV
Jaxon was going to take this to the pack elders. This wasn't a fight he needed to die down quietly. It had become necessary for him to take the fight to the supporting forces.
The good elders. As I overheard.
The moment Jaxon left the packhouse, the air felt wrong. It all became tense, almost like the land and the people.
He stood at the gates with his escorts, Oliver and some other men. They were already armored. The sight of it, made my chest ache. I furrowed my brows hoping Alexander was not still trying to surface. Because from the look on his face, there was a hint of restlessness. His jaw was clenched, in an obviously irritated way.
Alexander had a problem with diplomacy. He believed in acting fast and I really hoped he wasn't the one present in that body.
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