Jaxon's fists clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms until blood trickled down his fingers. The physical pain did nothing to ease the ache in his chest. His eyes, red and burning, locked onto the lifeless she-wolf before him. "Margot," he growled through gritted teeth, "I haven't forgiven you. I haven't let you off the hook. This ‘answer' of yours? It's not enough! Wake up and figure out a real way to make everyone let go of this grudge!"
His voice cracked, softer now. "Margot, come on, wake up. If you do, I… I might even consider forgiving you."
He sank lower, desperation creeping in. "Margot, if you just wake up, I'll give you whatever you want. I'm begging you…"
His words faded to a whisper, the stubborn wolf reduced to something fragile, like a lost pup. Jaxon gripped Ma
