Jason held Ryker's gaze for another moment before finally looking toward the entrance of the packhouse. There would be plenty of time later for discussions about patrol routes, border weaknesses, warrior rotations, and the growing rogue problem.
For now, Bloodmoon had just completed a long journey into Silver Fang territory. Whatever complicated history existed between them, they were guests. Jason turned toward the packhouse.
“Come. Lunch has already been served in the food hall.”
Several Silver Fang Omegas waiting near the entrance immediately stepped forward.
“The Omegas can take your luggage to your rooms while we eat. Unless you'd prefer to freshen up first?”
Jason's gaze moved across the Bloodmoon group before settling briefly on Julia. Ryker noticed.
His expression didn't chan
