Chapter 51

• AUBREY
• The dining room feels like a tomb as Jax's words hang in the air, each syllable a knife twisted in my chest. He leans back in his chair with casual elegance, as if he hasn't just described the most traumatic night of my life to an audience of unsuspecting family members.
• "The Haven Pack," he continues, his storm-gray eyes locked on mine with predatory focus. "Such a promising young pack, too. They had just crowned their new Alpha heir that very day—a boy barely eighteen, full of hope and dreams for his people's future."