Brax POV
“So, what’s the latest?” Jackson asked, walking in the office barefoot. He seemed so f*****g relaxed. Not something Brax had been in a while. For some reason it annoyed him.
“Coming in to actually work?” Brax snapped, leaning back in his armchair. He’d been in the worst mood since his fight with Veronica. What the hell was she thinking bringing up Amber like that? Who the hell did she think she was?
That kid from the sixth sense? I see dead people, walking around like normal people.
“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Ezra asked, as he too walked in. Brax had called a meeting to discuss the rogue situation, and Ezra, as the pack’s war general, was crucial.
“Did you have a fight with Veronica?” Jackson asked, plopping down casually in a chair. Brax grunted but didn’t respond
