As much as I wanted to explore her reasons for the change of heart, she was right. “I can’t ask any unmated McCaw members to stay here much longer.”
It wasn’t like I wanted to be here much longer either, but I could control myself. My shifters needed to be home on our own land and with our pack elders to help them during the season.
Mattox was still in wolf form as he came back to the fire with Justin and Foster behind him. Foster laid down at Jones’ feet and the big guy leaned forward to scratch his mate’s ears. I looked over at Jenna who was wrapping a plate in tin foil, no doubt planning to save it for Beau when he got off duty.
Other than the four of them, the rest of my pack needed to be heading home in the next two or three days before the start of the mating season urges began.
