MASON’S POV:
“Well, where is the lovely lady?” Jackson peers behind me as I exit the house.
“She’s not coming. What do you want, Jackson?” I respond curtly. It's not that I don’t trust him; I know he'd be here if I ever needed him or his pack. But I want James safe, and fewer people around him means better security.
“It’s been two days. I was promised a party,” Jackson complains.
With everything that's been happening, it slipped my mind. I've been out all night searching for the black wolf and spent the entire day trying to gain Iris's forgiveness. Now definitely isn't the time for a party.
“We’re not having a party, Jackson. Now, tell me what you really want,” I assert, tired of his games. Internally, I'm worried because a part of me senses that Jackson might know more than he's let
