Jaxen POV
The second the call came in, I was already moving.
Bodyguards couldn’t wake Scarlett. Head trauma. Hospital.
I didn’t remember the drive.
Just the scent of antiseptic and old fear hitting me the second the elevator doors opened on the third floor.
My wolf surged under my skin, claws pricking at the edges of my control, a low snarl locked behind my teeth.
There she was.
Scarlett Ravencroft lay too still against the white sheets, skin pale enough to make my chest seize. Hair fanned across the pillow.
A bruise was already blooming along her temple.
The sight knocked the wind out of me. Last year it had been the same—her body small and broken after the k********g.
One year, two times I’d watched her like this.
My wolf howled inside my skull, pure rage and terror mi
