Jonah lingered in the packhouse canteen. He had been here since the doors opened this morning. The mystery brunette had stayed at Helena’s overnight. They should be here for breakfast soon. He drummed his fingers on the table. He was one of the last wolves here.
Jonah was a handsome man, like most werewolves. Tall, strong and muscular. He had a lean-ness about him. He had spent months running back and forth between Silver Lake and wherever Seth was camped for debriefing.
He frowned. Finding his mate now would change everything. She clearly was a friend of the White Wolf’s. Or could he keep his rogue involvement a secret from her?
A dainty she-wolf started wiping the tables down, and he could see the breakfast things being packed away. Where were they?!
“Has everyone eaten……
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