A FEW DAYS LATER
JAXON'S POINT OF VIEW:
We weren't supposed to be here. Selene made that clear with her little speech about trust and consequences, but Michael and I weren't the kind of alphas who just sat around while someone else, some stranger, took care of our omega. So, we came. Quietly. No guards. No carriage. Just us, moving through the wooded path into the small fishing village we knew Xavier had vanished to.
It was humble, stone houses with mossy rooftops, wooden shutters, laundry fluttering on lines. Kids playing. Smoke curling from chimneys. And then, like fate had arranged it, we saw him. Adrian. He was crossing the dirt path ahead of us with a basket full of vegetables in one hand and a cloth-wrapped loaf in the other. Shirt sleeves rolled up, hair tousled from the sea breeze, his green eyes focused as he turned toward a small house, Xavier's house, we assumed. Michael stiffened beside me.
"Is that...?" He started.
I nodded slowly.
"Yeah. That's him."I said.
