“I spoke to Alistair,” Callan said as he dropped into one of the chairs across from Jake’s desk.
“And?” Jake raised an eyebrow, looking up from the report he had been studying.
“I managed to persuade him that we didn’t need another meeting with the elders.”
“You’re my hero.” Jake shook his head. “I don’t think I could handle one more meeting with them. I don’t think other packs have elders nearly as involved.”
“It’s tradition,” Callan deadpanned.
“f**k tradition.” Jake rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair.
Callan smirked. “Agreed. But Alistair said that we need to submit a written report about the encounter with the witches.”
“Have Russ write it.” Jake waved his hand. “He’s good at those kinds of things.”
Callan nodded. “He also said that we need to set a date for the Luna ce
