Jaxon POV
The banging on the front of the pack house was loud and frantic. Whoever was on the other side was desperate for it to be answered. “Jaxon, get that will you” my mother groaned, waving her hand at me. She was entirely too comfortable seated in the living room, watching an old movie with my father.
I moved, yanking the door open, Jordan flinging her arms around me. “Jordan,” I said shocked to see her and in such a state as she sobbed on my shoulder, my arms automatically embracing her tight “What’s wrong?” I asked, knowing instinctively it was something dreadful.
Why hadn’t I checked up on her like I had said I would?
My mouth gaped open as she said the words I never would have anticipated in a million years “Jaxon I need to seek sanctuary.”
Sanctuary was only ever sought u
