*Calvin*
“I think that’s every shewolf in my pack,” Alpha Everett says with a shrug. “I’m sorry you didn’t find her here.”
“Thank you for showing us around,” I tell him as I keep my face impassive, not wanting to give anything away.
We walk back to the packhouse, Dad and Peter leading the way, when Everett grabs my arm and holds me pack. “I’m not sure the former king wants to think about it, but what if your mate is rogue?”
“I’ve not ruled out the possibility,” I lie. I very much have. “It’s easiest to start with the formed packs, though.”
He nods. “That’s fair. I think my mate may be rogue. I traveled a lot with my father and never came across her. Some nights, I pace the border, hoping that she’ll pass and I’ll catch her scent.”
“Will you reject her if she is?” I ask him as
