Jaxen POV
I finally killed the last damn file, tossed my pen on the desk, and rubbed the knot forming between my eyes. My wolf had been pacing under my skin all afternoon, restless, edgy, like he could smell trouble coming. I grabbed my phone out of habit, thumbing through notifications.
Delaney’s name popped up. Three unread messages. The first one was a video. The other two were vague as hell. My brow knitted together. Liliana Ashford? What the f**k did she have to do with Delaney?
I tapped the play. Wind rustled through the speaker, then raised voices. The camera jerked hard. Two women going at it, one yanking the other’s hair from behind, hard enough to make my scalp sting in sympathy. Open-palmed slaps cracked across skin and skull. The frame whipped around, flashing between light
