Jack
He came down the stairs of the pack house and found Jamin, his father’s Beta sitting at the island with his regular morning coffee and the newspaper. Jamin was a gifted werewolf. Not only was he a skilled fighter and perfect for carrying out the Alpha’s orders, but he had something very few wolves had anymore: intuition.
Without looking up at Jack, he smirked, “going to see that mate of yours again?”
“Yep, spending the day with one of her sons, too. Apparently he won’t mind shopping for new tile with his mom and her boyfriend.” He shuttered at the word. He hated it. She was so much more to him than some sort of short-term fling. She was his sun and his moon. All night he dreamt of her impeccable face while firmly planted outside her house as his wolf stood guard all night
