Jaxon’s Point of view
A pain shot through my chest as I saw her sprint outside carrying the undifferentiated boy who resembled me exactly. I made a light touch to my chest as I clenched my fist and chiseled my jawline. Since the death of my parents, my heart had been a stone and I had never spoken about the emotions that run through my blood anymore, so the strange distress I experienced seemed like a difficult-to-explain scientific study.
‘Mate…’
‘My mate…’
The moment Black, my wolf, began to purr in my head, I stood still. He struggled to shift with me as my veins began to show, my razor-sharp nails, and my fangs protruded.
‘Black, hold it! She cannot be, Agh! She doesn't have a wolf in her! I sense no any!’ I tried to close my eyes and fight against his attempts to take over me. ‘B
