Jaxon
I fought against my aching body to climb the staircase of the pack house, every step felt heavier than the last. If it hadn’t been for my little mate in my bedroom, I would have just crashed on the couch in the pack house living room. The urgent meeting regarding the rogue attack took nearly three hours, it was past four in the morning. A stray rogue managed to survive but was quickly captured by a guard who was doing a territory run. After hours of torture in the cages, a distinct smell of copper filled the cells. He had finally given up that someone had paid off the rogues for what he admitted was a suicide mission. His confession blinded me with rage, he claimed that he didn’t know who the shifter was that had paid off the rogues. Beta Don was far more diplomatic in nature th
