Garrett’s POV
The drive from the Hemlock Pack to the Bloodstain territory was suffocatingly quiet.
I kept my eyes on the road jaw set and angry. In the back seat, Will sat beside Orson, keeping him entertained with a toy truck. In the front passenger seat beside me was Jas.
She wasn't looking at me. She was staring out the window at the passing trees, her arms crossed over her chest, her whole body radiating anger and hatred.
She didn't want to come, she fought, screamed that she was never setting foot in my pack house again, that it was the place where her heart was shattered, and that she refused to be dragged into my pack drama.
But l was forced to stand my ground but l forced her into the car.
I hated forcing her. It broke my heart to see the terror and anger in her eyes. But I n
