silent storm

Jason pov

The tension in the room could cut through steel. Alpha Lowell's audacity was like a slap in the face, and Jarl was itching for a fight. "Let me at him," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "I'd have his head on a platter if you weren't so soft."

Pacing back and forth, I could feel the heat radiating off my skin, a physical manifestation of the rage boiling within. "Zip it, Jarl," I snapped, the words slicing through the thick air. "We can't let him get near Norella again. Not after last time."

Jarl's anger simmered down to a calm, but his words still held weight. "I'll never let that happen," I vowed, the promise hanging heavy in the room.

A sudden knock jolted us, and I barked, "Who the hell—?" But it was just Damon, slipping through the door with that knowing look in his eyes. "Sorry, man," I muttered, my anger deflating like a punctured balloon.

Damon just nodded, patting my back in that annoying way he has. "Don't go after Lowell alone. It's too risky," he caution