Chapter 105

JAX'S POV I stared at Jax's smug face, and hatred exploded inside me like a wildfire. Every cell in my body burned with rage as memories flooded my mind—my father's warm smile over breakfast, his strong hands guiding mine as he taught me to fight, his proud eyes watching me master each new skill. All of that had been stolen by the monster standing before me. "You look terrible, little bird." His voice dripped with false concern as he stepped closer, expensive leather shoes crushing the fallen leaves beneath them. His cologne—some overpriced designer scent—couldn't hide his true smell of ash and bitter almonds. Even his scent was poisonous, just like everything else about him. I planted my feet firmly despite my wolf's desperate urge to retreat. The thin hospital gown offered no protection against the bitter night air, but Knox's leather jacket, still draped around my shoulders, gave me something to hold onto. I breathed in its familiar scent—pine needles and winter air—trying to steady