JORDAN:
The morning slipped in quietly, too quiet for a pack that was supposed to be at peace.
But peace has been a stranger lately. My hands itched for something to do, so I found myself in the training yard before dawn, sharpening my blade even though it didn’t need sharpening. The sound was steady, rhythmic, the only thing that kept my thoughts from running wild.
Xena’s face wouldn’t leave my mind.
That kiss, how impulsive of me, a beta, a commander, losing control. The look in her eyes when I pulled away. And the silence that followed.
I hadn’t meant for it to happen, gods know I hadn’t. But it did, and ever since, nothing felt the same. Her scent lingered longer than intended. Her voice echoed even when she wasn’t there. I could still feel the faint tremor in her fingers when s
