Flora’s POV
Jax was a huge midnight black wolf. The hatred that glowed in his steel grey eyes was unmatchable by anything I’ve ever seen. I gulped. He was a head taller than me. I’m 5’ 7”, 5’10” in heels. But standing there, I’ve never felt smaller. I flicked my wrist in order to ground him in place, and smirked.
“Not today, Jax.”
He stepped forward in a defiant stance. Then I noticed the glowing bracelet around his paw. F*cking Cordelia. Even in death she has to stick it to me one last time.
“Jax, let me talk to Dean.”
He lowered his head and just when I thought he was going to listen, his eyes flashed and he let out a low growl. Then he started to circle me slowly.
“C’mon,” I pleaded,
