Jefferson's POV
I wanted to unleash my fury on Gordon, especially after asking how long they had been gone and hearing the answer: "A long time." That was longer than the time Elisabeth and I had spent trapped in that nightmare realm.
Initially, Gordon's words ignited something fierce inside me, like gasoline thrown on flames. But then something shifted. I realized I was tired of carrying this rage around like a weight chained to my chest. I was exhausted from replaying every grievance, from seeking fights with Malcolm, Gordon, or anyone who crossed my path.
I already had enough burdens pressing down on me. An entire supernatural realm looked to me as their Alpha King. The ancient curse running through my bloodline demanded my attention. And somewhere out there, whoever had been on that killing spree had gone suspiciously quiet.
Maybe it was fortunate my wolf wasn't present to snarl at this sudden craving for tranquility.
Because peace was all I wanted now.
