HUNTER'S POV
I slammed the heavy exit door of the
academic building open and marched straight toward the garage, my boots heavy against the concrete.
My mind was completely consumed by a thick, murderous fog. My wolf was pacing back and forth behind my ribs, snarling at every shadow, ready to rip Miller's entire bloodline apart for making Trixie cry.
Jax caught up to me near my black SUV, panting slightly as he held his phone in hand.
"Alpha, I got the address," Jax said quickly, opening the passenger door.
"Miller's head office is downtown, fifteenth floor of the Central Commerce tower."
"Get in," I growled, tossing him the keys and jumping into the driver's seat myself. "Drive fast."
Jax didn't argue. He shoved the key into the ignition, slammed his foot on the gas, and the SU
