Cameron's POV
"What’s even the point of having a mate anyway?" Jake slurred, slamming his glass onto the table. "It's not like it's that f*****g great. Every time you think it's going well, she runs off with another one of your best friends."
I ignored his jab at me and downed another shot, my sixth of the night. Well, I'd stopped counting after five, so everything after that I’d just kept calling my sixth shot. "I just don't get it. We could have helped her. Why didn't she ask us?"
"I just can't believe Heath said he saw them kiss when he was out on patrol this morning" Jake said morosely, pouring himself another drink. "I can't think of any reasonable explanation. Why leave us that goddamn note on his desk and then leave the pack with our mate? Why would he be kissing her? What possib
