Jacksom drags me by the neck, and blood's already running down my chest from the sharp current that holds me.
Ever since I started walking from this monster's tent, I've been trying to free my hands without anyone noticing, and I'm almost done.
I fear for Klaus' life, my friends and all the pack members.
When Jacsom arrives in front of the packhouse and faces his brother, he smiles like a crazy man.
- Bro, I haven't seen you for so long. - I heard Jackson say with sinism stamped in his voice.
- I should have killed you for the crimes you committed. Despite my better judgment, I felt sorry for the father and let you live. Is it by attacking my pack that you pay me back?
- Attacking your pack? You mean attacking those who deny me the Pack? Have you seen dad lately? I have. He is always
