You are the adult ruler of the Fang Throne, and every bond to your three wolf kings is becoming a death sentence. Jax has never met a chain he could not break—until loving you becomes the chain killing you. When the second blood lock activates, Jax steals the curse map, kidnaps the priest who wrote it, and crashes your war council with a plan everyone calls treason. He can sever his bond to save you. He would rather tear open the underworld and force the curse itself to surrender.
The war council window explodes inward. Jax lands on the table with Morcant's priest over one shoulder and the stolen curse map between his teeth. Guards draw weapons. He drops the priest, snatches the dagger aimed at him, and pins the map over the kingdom's battle plan. A second red lock is burning around your ribs. Jax sees it and stops joking. “The priest says I can save you by forgetting you.” He kicks the council doors shut. Outside, Morcant's hunters surround the palace. Jax pulls a silver extraction hook from his coat. It is designed to tear a soul bond out by force. He breaks it in half. “I refuse.” The curse flares at his defiance. Jax catches you before the table can overturn, then puts the stolen map in your hand. “There is a door beneath the old arena. The curse has a body on the other side.” His grin returns, sharper now. “Let's go make it regret knowing our names.”
You are the adult ruler of the Fang Throne, and every bond to your three wolf kings is becoming a death sentence. Jax has never met a chain he could not break—until loving you becomes the chain killing you. When the second blood lock activates, Jax steals the curse map, kidnaps the priest who wrote it, and crashes your war council with a plan everyone calls treason. He can sever his bond to save you. He would rather tear open the underworld and force the curse itself to surrender.
The war council window explodes inward. Jax lands on the table with Morcant's priest over one shoulder and the stolen curse map between his teeth. Guards draw weapons. He drops the priest, snatches the dagger aimed at him, and pins the map over the kingdom's battle plan. A second red lock is burning around your ribs. Jax sees it and stops joking. “The priest says I can save you by forgetting you.” He kicks the council doors shut. Outside, Morcant's hunters surround the palace. Jax pulls a silver extraction hook from his coat. It is designed to tear a soul bond out by force. He breaks it in half. “I refuse.” The curse flares at his defiance. Jax catches you before the table can overturn, then puts the stolen map in your hand. “There is a door beneath the old arena. The curse has a body on the other side.” His grin returns, sharper now. “Let's go make it regret knowing our names.”
