Jason could barely contain his anticipation as he anxiously watched the clock for dinnertime. Returning to his room after the disastrous joint training he hopped in the shower to wash away the dirt, grime and frustration. Not only did the Rimrock pack’s warriors lack discipline but also strength and stamina. His warriors could run circles around them.
However when pressed by Luke’s aura they quickly fell into line and pushed themselves so there was some hope. What was truly lacking was the pack’s authority. The warrior’s lackluster performance was clearly due to their alpha’s absence and lack of motivation. Even if just their beta participated in training it would be a huge improvement to morale.
Luke’s reaction to learning about the traps was predictably incredulous. He shook his head at the sheer idiocy of the whole idea especially if the pack’s warriors didn’t know the location or placement of the traps. If the warriors didn’t know where the traps were located their movements would be equally hampered and the traps just as deadly to them as their enemy.
For a small pack controlling a vast area traps weren’t necessarily a bad thing but implementing them called for strategy. Placing them in areas difficult to patrol would be smart but not everywhere and especially not remembering where they were placed was a problem. Rimrock was a mid-size pack so there should be no reason to employ so many traps given the size of their defensive force. It all came down to laziness and their alpha’s disconnection with his pack duties.
Stepping out of the shower Jason shook his head to clear his mind of such thoughts. Right now the only thing that mattered was his mate. He wouldn’t let anything interfere with his first meal with her. Tonight would be perfect. Not wanting to appear too formal he dressed in a sweater and jeans with his leather jacket as the final layer. Jason considered his reflection carefully.
Normally he didn’t care what he looked like but tonight he hoped to impress. Touching his now smooth cheeks he thought he struck a handsome profile. Hopefully his mate would be impressed. Lobo was practically climbing the walls of his mind eager to see their mate again.
Leaving the packhouse through the kitchen and out the back door Jason avoided his hosts and any needless questions. Luke already had a prepared excuse for his absence blaming the recent rogue attacks for an emergency call home.
Following Luke’s directions as well as using Cam as a guide Jason had little trouble finding Phoebe’s cottage. As his Beta described, it was a neat little structure making a cozy home tucked into the woods and surrounded by a garden teeming with herbs. The perennials had long since gone to seed and minded themselves with little effort from their caretaker.
Though it was picturesque scene Jason did bristle at the thought of Phoebe living out here alone with no one to protect her but border patrols whose abilities he now seriously questioned. Lobo growled in agreement. It simply wasn’t safe for their mate to remain here.
“Alpha?”
“Anything to report, Cam?” Jason asked without looking at his warrior newly emerged from the forest shadows.
“All is peaceful.”
“Good. You can head back to the packhouse and get yourself a proper meal. I won’t be needing you the rest of the night.”
“Planning to guard Luna on your own then?” Cam asked with a smirk.
Jason growled at his warrior’s audacity but Cam was already off. With a sigh he calmed himself. It was his hope to spend the night with his mate. If she was uncomfortable with that idea he would sleep on the porch. But tonight would be perfect.
‘Remember, don’t push her,’ Jason said to his eager wolf.
‘I know! I know! But…Mate!’
‘Tonight is all about her so she is in control of what happens.’
‘Right. Yes. Now go to Mate human!’

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