Jasper's POV
I had moved to my bunk in the guards quarters. I'd taken the upper one even though the bottom one was free, because I didn't want my ability to move to be restricted. Now I sat on my bed, back against the wall, one knee up, listening to the sounds of the ranch hands outside approaching the guards quarter.
The door opened and the men started filing in. Six of them, mostly young werewolves between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two. They all regarded me openly, with more than unabashed curiosity, as if looking at a rare reptile in a zoo. I steadily stared back. No one said hello. I hadn't expected this? I waved at them. inside, they all exchanged glances and didn't bother uttering a single word to me.
If I were a native of this pack, they'd have said hello and offered me sm
