Deric
The gravel cracked under my boots as I walked up to Pack tower. The moon set low behind the clouds, and for the first time in years, I didn’t feel at home approaching this house, it felt worse as I stood at Jaxon’s office door.
Everything I’d built, every secret I’d buried, was catching fire.
I knocked once, hard. The door opened after a beat, but it wasn’t Jaxon who answered.
Cassian.
His eyes raked over me, and he didn’t move from the threshold.
“Jaxon home?” I asked, trying to sound casual, like my entire life hadn’t been dragged through a shredder in the last forty-eight hours.
Cassian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Why? So you can finish what you started?”
That hit harder than I expected. So he already knows.
I frowned. “What the hell does that mean?”
His
