Jax's POV
News had traveled quickly through my network of spies. Aubrey had not only attended the council meeting but had played her part perfectly—the devoted mate standing proudly beside Knox. A cold smile spread across my face as I processed the information.
"She's proving quite useful," I mused aloud, watching shadows dance across the wall of my study. The room was sparsely furnished—just a heavy wooden desk, a few chairs, and walls lined with ancient texts. Everything served a purpose; I had no patience for frivolous decorations.
Aubrey was becoming my most effective weapon, though she didn't realize it yet. Every move she made drew her deeper into Bloodhound pack's inner circle, exactly as I had planned. Perhaps she deserved a reward for her obedience—a kind word, a gentle touch.
