Chapter 112: Jax: Family Time

The first week passed in a torturously slow pace. I tried to keep myself occupied by hunting more than normal, cooking every meal for every person inside the cabin, and I'd taken up jogging, which was ridiculous, but the monotony of the act calmed me.

Chloe and Abby were in the living room, playing with the twins. Trent was washing dishes from our recent breakfast. They were all acting so. . . normal, like nothing was wrong, like we weren't on the brink of yet another war with the witches. In two days, Isach and the new Zoya Coven would make the trip to the Draven Coven castle and reclaim their rightful spot as the sixth royal coven.

I was on pins and needles, and everyone around me didn't seem to care in the least. I curled my hand into a fist, then flexed my fingers. If I didn't get out of here, I'd end up saying something I'd regret.

"I'm going for a run," I said as I headed for the front door.

"Again?" Trent asked.