Jaxen POV
During the New Year break, I drove past Scarlett's building more times than I'd like to admit.
Never went up. Kept hoping she’d walk out so we could “run into” each other.
She never did.
Missing her had turned into this constant pressure under my ribs.
My wolf had been restless for days, pacing, low growls every time her scent faded.
Today I finally pushed past the hesitation.
She was back at work.
I timed it for the end of her day and walked straight into Great Vision.
Called Denise Scott first.
She came down herself, a polite smile in place.
“Alpha Hale. It has always been an honor.
Elevator up.
The second the doors opened, I locked onto her.
Head down over the paperwork.
The faint trace of her scent hit me first: clean gingko leaves, something soft underne
