It was almost as though I were dealing with a different person.
This wasn't the Jason I remembered, the one who always seemed convinced he was right, regardless of what anyone else had to say. He didn't seem like the man who had allowed his relationship with Sage to deteriorate while carrying on with Alice openly, seemingly unconcerned about how his behaviour affected his mate or what the rest of the pack might think.
Earlier on during my stay, he had acted as though Sage's presence in the pack house barely mattered to him. He had allowed Alice to become comfortable enough to behave as though she had some claim to the position that belonged to Sage, and he hadn't seemed particularly bothered by the consequences.
Now, however, he appeared more thoughtful. He listened better, acknowledged
