Chapter 43

Jaxon's POV

Suddenly, a memory resurfaces in my mind. The second half of the memory of the first time I met them:

We crouch down in the bushes waiting for Alpha Damon’s command. After my dad died, he never appointed another Beta, so only me and a select few were put on this task force. It’s a job that requires precision and absolute obedience—traits that matter the most to Alpha.

Alpha Owen finally emerges from his house with his mate and two teenage sons. A family, clueless about what’s about to happen to them.

Jaxon, this doesn’t feel right, Shadow whimpers.

I know, but we can’t defy our Alpha.

He knows that I’m right, but it doesn’t quiet the queasy feeling gnawing at my stomach. Our Alpha wants this territory, and it’s our job to get it for him—even if that means killing innocents.

Alpha watches from the shadows, “assessing” my performance. I take down one of his closest rivals all by myself, shifting into my wolf form to complete the gruesome task. After tearing Alpha Owen’s head