The enforcers were at their wits' end. They made call after call to Jaxon and Margot's parents, sent texts and photos, but there was nothing more they could do. If no one claimed her, Margot's body would likely be sent straight to the crematorium.
"What a shame," one enforcer muttered, shaking their head. "She's got parents, a mate, and still no one wants to claim her. What's wrong with her pack? We've explained it a dozen times, and they still don't believe it."
Jaxon's face darkened as he stared at the texts and photos, his grip on the phone so tight it might've cracked. Margot lay there, silent and still, the sight alone enough to send a chill through anyone. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, the truth was staring him in the face.
He clenched his jaw, a bitter mix of guilt and
