Jaxen POV
After a whole day of f*****g chaos, I finally sat in the quiet of the master bedroom, the lost-and-found ring heavy in my palm. Moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long silver streaks across the hardwood. My wolf had been restless all day, but right now he was just… watching. Quiet. Like, even he didn’t know what the hell to do with this.
I leaned back in the chair and let my mind drift back to that afternoon three years ago. Hundreds of rings sparkled under the lights on black display trays. I’d shot down every single one the sales guy brought over. Too plain. Too damn ordinary for what I wanted on my hand every day.
Scarlett had darted between the cases like an excited little rabbit, sneakers squeaking softly on the marble floor. Her scent—light gi
