“Why did you come here? Isn't what you did 18 years ago enough?” Jackson narrowed his eyes as he asked.

Maya didn't like the way he was talking to her. They used to be friends, and now he was behaving like an enemy.

“I am here because I am part of this pack too,” Maya retorted, sitting on the chair.

“Not after what happened. You already left years ago. You think you can just come and claim to be part of this pack whenever you want,” Jackson groaned, his voice dripping with anger.

“Drop it, Jackson. We both know you can't be angry with me. I am the only friend...