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take that as a betrayal,” Don
pointed out.
    “I know, but I have an obligation
to my pack. I’m still his second, even if I’ve failed him and I’m not going to
run away with my tail between my legs.”
    Reed knew he told Carlos only
minutes ago he’d do everything he could to convince him he had changed, but it
was only wishful thinking. He’d done all he could by warning Carlos about Jax.
It was all he could really do.
    They weren’t young men and
werewolves not tethered to any pack with all the time in the world. They each
had their own packs to take care of, and even though Jax was a bastard, Reed
would abide by his obligation to him.
    “You ran away before, coward. You
ran away from Bonnie and you ran away from me.”
    “I’ve changed too, Carlos. I’ve
always placed the needs of the Starr Mountain Pack before mine, but this time I
placed my needs first. Didn’t you say you wanted to claim me again?”
    “There’s too much shit between us,
Reed. You can try to convince me we can both change, but ‘I’ isn’t ‘we’.”
    Carlos’s words still hurt, Reed
realized with a pang. There was too much history between them. Too many
half-healed emotional wounds they could poke and re-open. There was simply too
much poison between them. He realized he’d been deluding himself into thinking
Carlos would want him back and forgive him, but it was also his fault for
believing they could patch things up.
    “I see. Then this is farewell,”
Reed finally said.
    Saying those words took more of him
than he realized. He wasn’t aware of being escorted by Terrence back to the
starting line, back to the entrance of the town. Numerous cars blocked the road
leading to New Haven and Jax must’ve had fifty wolves with him.
    Reed didn’t even know all of them
by name. The Starr Mountain Pack only had one rule. The strong survived, and
those who weren’t strong enough were left behind so there was always a quick
turnover of members. Only ruthless and powerful wolves stayed on.
    After being in the midst of the
warm metaphysical energy surrounding Carlos’s pack, he felt suddenly nauseated
by the fractured and fragile energy holding the Starr Mountain Pack together.
Tainted pack bonds, Reed remembered thinking.
    Derrick Starr mentioned Jax used to
be a great leader, and he was right. He was also right Jax’s time had passed.
If Reed had any guts, he would’ve challenged Jax himself, but he was no Alpha.
    “Reed, we were expecting you
sooner,” Jax complained.
    He was leaning against the door of
his black Jaguar. The Alpha had a young scantily clad wolf bitch on one arm and
another kneeling between his legs. Reed took in a deep breath and tried
ignoring the fear bubbling close to the surface.
    He wouldn’t afford to be weak now,
not in the presence of the entire pack.
    A thin, threatening snarl came from
Jax. The Alpha shoved away the bitch between his legs and told the other on his
arm to fuck something else.
    “Reed.” Jax only uttered his name, but it contained such frightening rage. His eyes had
bled to wolf-like amber and his features were contorting. “I can smell the
son-of-a-bitch’s scent on you, Reed. You reek of him. You let Carlos Medina
fuck you like a wolf bitch in heat.”
    It wasn’t a question, but a
statement. Reed knew Jax would catch Carlos’s scent on him. He knew perfectly
the consequences of his actions, but if risking his life meant he could warn
Carlos in time and be of some use to him, then it was fine. His life no longer
belonged to him anyway.
    Reed was sick of cleaning up Jax’s
messes and sick of his empty existence.
    Whatever the other wolves were
doing, they all stopped. All eyes swiveled to their conversation. Metaphysical
bestial aura rolled off Jax in waves. Reed couldn’t help notice how different
his energy was from Carlos. Carlos’s energy tasted savage, lethal, and pure,
but Jax’s power reeked of corruption and cruelty.
    “Unfortunately, negotiations with
the New Haven