Brax POV
Brax clenched his jaw—his hands balling into fists as he and his unit, bar Jackson who was excused for now—stood on the steps to the packhouse, waiting for the council to arrive. It was an official visit this time—and Brax was not looking forward to it.
He hated the council's willingness to interfere with his pack—and love life. They’d said themselves last time they were here that his pack was doing well—very well. The numbers were increasing, they were doing well financially—more than just ‘well’—and overall, his wolves were happy.
So why?
The car pulled up in front of the packhouse, followed by another one. Brax recognized it immediately. Talia’s father—Alpha Conner Blackbriar. Just f*****g great. That was the last thing Brax needed—one more person pushing him to do Goddess
