[Ava's POV]
Jaxon paid him no mind, his gaze a laser beam on me. "Ava, this isn't about you anymore. You've seen what that power can do. The Council will manipulate it, use it as propaganda—claim the Maddox pack is keeping a living weapon. Every competing alpha within a hundred miles will hear the call. They will want you dead, or they will want to claim you for themselves."
The words cut deep, every one a piece of ice dropping into my bloodstream. I swallowed over the dryness in my throat. "What do I do?"
Jaxon's response was without a heartbeat's pause. "Train. Hide. Survive."
Rhett spun on him hard. "She's not running."
"Neither is she willing to fight," Jaxon retorted, his tone rising by a degree. "You saw what occurred—she's a raw nerve, a bottle of dynamite. She can't contain it
