Chapter 97 The Death Of Jason

• Micah’s POV
• My men lift me on their shoulders, and cheers erupt for our victory. I smile at my fellow wolves, their loyalty warming my heart. I open my mouth to praise them again, but a sharp pain suddenly strikes my chest. It's so severe that it shakes my entire being, and I'm forced to bend down, letting out a painful groan.
• Instantly, the wolves surround me, their concern palpable. They ask if I'm alright, but deep down, I know it's not me.