Chapter 41 The Witch on the Dancefloor

[Jaxon P.O.V]

The orchestra had started playing again, but I couldn't hear it.

Selene was saying something — her nails digging into my arm, her voice a mosquito whine about propriety and mockery — but it was static. White noise. My wolf had gone completely feral at the back of my skull, howling ...

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