Jax POV
I take off after him, my heart pounding with adrenaline. The chase is on, and I’m not letting him get away.
The thrill of the chase surges through me as I tear through the trees, my focus locked on Blake’s retreating form. His steps are quick, erratic, but I know him too well—he’s angry, maybe even hurt, but deep down, he wants this. He needs this. I can see it in the way he glances back, daring me to follow, his body language practically screaming for me to catch him.
Branches snag at my shirt, leaves crunching beneath my boots, but I don’t slow. Blake veers left, disappearing into a thicker patch of trees, but I know these woods better than he does. I cut around, taking a faster path, my pulse pounding in my ears.
“Running won’t save you,” I call out, my voice carrying throug
