Jackson POV
“Brax! Calm down! Just think about what you’re doing!” Jackson yelled, but his voice was barely heard over the snarls and screams.
Draven was out.
And he wasn’t just angry — he was feral.
The massive wolf lunged again, snapping his jaws inches from Jackson’s face. If not for the witches’ protection spell, Jackson would’ve been torn in half by now. The enchantment flared on impact, flinging Draven back like he’d hit an invisible wall. But it only enraged him further.
People were screaming. Spectators from the interrupted ceremony trampled chairs and scrambled away in panic. Warriors barked orders, trying to form a protective ring—but Brax’s wolf was relentless.
“Where the hell is the tranquilizer?!” Jackson shouted into the chaos.
Draven let out a blood-chilling howl that
