Chapter 46

Jaxon’s POV

“What do you want to do tonight?” I ask, looking at the road ahead as I drive back to the packhouse. It’s nice to bring her home, even if it’s earlier than planned. The black and blue bruises on her chest and neck, the slight rasp in her voice—it all reminds me how close I came to losing her.

I swear, I just need five minutes alone with that fucker that did this, and I will make sure he never touches her again. I don’t care if he was my father figure, mentor, or even Alpha. If anyone deserves to die, it’s him.

What do you mean? she asks through mind-link.

I’m glad she isn’t hurting herself by using her voice anymore; I don’t think she notices how much she winces when she speaks.

Earlier, Shadow nearly forced me to shift when Doc told us she escaped from the hospital. The rage was all-consuming, his menacing growls uncontrollable. But the second he saw her, he calmed down.

“To make sure you rest, I’m going to spend the rest of the day with you. You want to act like a child w