Chapter 4.
JORDAN REACHED UNDER his t-shirt and pressed his palm to the wolf guarding his body now, or that was how it felt. Which, if he was honest, was pretty cool. He could have used that strength for the earlier years, but at least he had it now.
His own wolf seemed stronger inside of him, constantly pacing and growling. At what, he wasn’t sure. Nothing was the matter at the moment.
Aaron stepped into the kitchen and called to him. “I’m going up to the Hall for dinner tonight. I need to speak to Grayson about some things, this mating mark thing in particular. Would you come with me?”
Jordan turned towards his mate, his gut tightening at the prospect of seeing his old friends. He wanted to speak to Grayson and Reagan too, but perhaps they could come here?
“You said I wouldn’t have
