Jason’s Departure and Arrival
Jason had made up his mind. He was leaving at 5:30 AM sharp—no delays, no second thoughts. His bag had already been packed the night before. Now, as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his sleeping wife, Lisa, he felt nothing.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “I’m leaving,” he murmured.
Lisa didn’t move—not even a stir. But Jason wasn’t fooled. With his wolf senses, he knew she was awake, fully aware of his departure but refusing to acknowledge it.
He rolled his eyes, grabbed his bag, and strode to the door. As he stepped into the hallway, he signaled to the warriors stationed outside their room. “Tell the Luna I’ve left. I’ll be back in two weeks.”
“Yes, Alpha,” they said in unison.
Jason made his way downstairs, only to be me
