alpha presence into her to calm the turmoil of emotion behind her sad eyes.
Perhaps there was no cure.
My wolf strained in my chest with excitement, but I shoved him down
and bent my head close to her ear. “Let’s go.”
17
Savannah
I let Jaxson drive. That was a clear indication of just how mentally
messed up I was. To be fair, it was also his truck, and he’d taken the keys.
But I would have let him drive anyway. Probably.
I was a hollow shell of the woman I had once been. A husk. I leaned back
in the passenger seat and put my face in my hands. “God, Jax, I’m so
screwed. What am I going to do?”
“We’ll figure this out,” he said, pitching his voice low. It stroked the ends
of my nerves, soothing me for a moment. But I knew it for what it was—an
illusion. Just a product of his damned presence and power and the weird sway
he had over me. A false calm.
“Figure this out?” I snapped, refusing to be mollified. “I have a sorcerer
trying to kill me or abduct me or just mind-fuck me, and now I’m turning into
a monster. How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?”
Jaxson’s hands tightened on the wheel. “You’re turning into a werewolf.
Whether you act like a monster is up to you.”
His bitterness was palpable, a caustic scent that burned my nostrils and
made my stomach sink. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You meant exactly what you said.” His words were curt and resentful.
Man, he despised me.
I frowned, smelling my own embarrassment and shame. He was right—
I’d meant what I’d said. He was a monster. A man that grew claws and fangs
and turned into a ravening wolf. I was surrounded by monsters. Jaxson. The
pack. The sorcerer. My family. And now me, too.
I leaned my head against the window. Trucks roared by us, the