Chapter 7 Breaking Ties Jaxons POV Get 5 > Menu The Crimson Eclipse territory border comes into view just as the first hints of dawn streak the sky . My arms ache from holding Moira for the entire helicopter ride , but I haven't loosened my grip once . Her breathing is still too shallow , too labored , and the steady beep of the portable monitor they hooked up to her is the only thing keeping me sane . ' Still alive . She's still fighting . ' Rosalie sits across from me , her face etched with worry as she coordinates with the pilot . " Set us down at the main helipad , " she orders through her headset . " Medical team should be waiting . " The helicopter touches down with a gentle bump , and I'm already moving before the rotors stop spinning . Moira feels impossibly light in my arms , like she's fading away right in front of me . " Easy , " the medic says , helping guide us toward the waiting ambulance . " Keep her head stable . " But we don't make it ten feet before two figures step out of the shadows , blocking our path . Pack guards . Both massive , both armed , both wearing the stone - cold expressions of wolves who follow orders without question . " Stop right there , " the taller one barks , his hand moving to the weapon at his side . " State your business in Crimson Eclipse territory . " Rosalie steps forward , her Luna authority radiating despite her pajamas and blood - stained jacket . " I'm Rosalie Castellano , sister to your Alphas . This is a medical emergency . " " We're aware of who you are , Luna Rosalie . " The guard's voice doesn't soften an inch . " But pack law is clear . No non - pack members enter our territory without explicit permission from the Alphas . " ' Are you fucking kidding me right now ? ' " Look at her ! " I snap , my voice cracking with desperation . " She's dying ! We don't have time 21:27 3.58 % < Chapter 7 Breaking Ties for bureaucratic bullshit ! " Get 5 > Menu The second guard steps closer , his eyes cold . " Pack law doesn't have exceptions for convenience ." " She's not even pack anymore , " Rosalie says quickly , her voice taking on a pleading edge . " Moira's technically a rogue nowshe just hasn't gone through the formal process . " " Technically doesn't matter . " The first guard crosses his arms . " She bears the Phantom Veil scent . She's still marked as their property until she formally breaks ties . " My wolf snarls inside my chest , pushing against my control . ' Property ? She's not fucking property ! ' " The law exists for a reason , " the second guard adds with bureaucratic coldness . " We can't make exceptions , even for family . " Rage burns through my veins like acid . Moira grows heavier in my arms with each passing second , and I can hear her breathing getting more labored . " You want formal? " My voice comes out rough , dangerous . " Fine . I , Jaxon Castellano , formally reject and renounce all ties with the Phantom Veil pack . " The words hang in the air like a bomb waiting to explode . Rosalie's eyes widen . " Jaxon , no " " I claim no Alpha , follow no pack law , and owe no allegiance to any wolf who shares that corrupted bloodline . " Each word feels like tearing away pieces of my soul , but I don't stop . " I am rogue by choice , effective immediately . " The pain hits like a sledgehammer to the chest . The pack bonds I've carried my entire lifeconnections to territory , family , identitysnap all at once . It feels like someone's ripping my heart out through my ribcage . I stumble under the force of it , nearly dropping Moira , but I grit my teeth and stay upright. ' Worth it . She's worth everything . ' The guards exchange uncertain glances . Breaking pack ties voluntarily , instantly like that , isn't something most wolves can even survive . The fact that I'm still standing surprises 21:27 3.78 % them . " There , " I gasp , black spots dancing at the edges of my vision . " Now we're both rogues . Happy ? " " Jaxon " Rosalie reaches for me , but I wave her off . " The law's satisfied , isn't it ? " I snarl at the guards . " Or do you need me to wake up my unconscious , dying sister so she can formally renounce the pack that tortured her half to death ? " The sarcasm in my voice could cut steel . Both guards actually take a step back . " Look at her face , " I continue , my voice getting more vicious with each word . " Look at what those animals did to an eighteen - year - old girl , then tell me about pack law and proper procedures . " The taller guard's expression flickersjust for a moment , I see something human break through the bureaucratic mask . " The Alphas would need to approve " " The Alphas would need to approve what , exactly ? " a new voice cuts through the tension like a blade . I spin around , and my heart nearly stops. Two figures emerge from the tree line , moving with deadly purpose . The raw fury radiating off my brothers - in - law is unlike anything I've ever felt from themAlpha rage so intense it makes my newly severed wolf whimper and cower . Logan and Lucas York advance with predatory grace , their eyes locked on something behind me . The temperature seems to drop ten degrees with each step they take . ' What the hell has them so worked up ? And why do they look like they're about to start a war ? ' 21:27