Chapter 6
JONAH
I drummed my fingers along the table at Milly’s, nervous energy making every part of me jump and shake.
“Can I get you anything, Jonah?” Tania, the waitress, and one of the last females to be born to our pack, smiled at me.
She was twenty-three, like me, and had been mated since the day she turned eighteen. Snaffled up by one of the older guys, desperate for a wife after it became obvious that our pack was never going to have another daughter born again.
“No. I’m waiting on someone,” I said.
She quirked an eyebrow up, curious as a cat. “Anyone I know?”
There were only three unmated females of fertile age born of our pack, and they’d all been in the beds of most of the guys in town.
Not a problem if you liked that, but none of them were my style.
“No.”
The bell abo
