Henry
We get back in the car and begin driving off.
“You need to keep eyes on him, Henry. I don’t trust him. I never did," my father says.
“He’d be a fool to come for me. He’s already made of point of talking about Quirin’s strength.”
“Fools aren’t known for their intelligence, Henry. Do you have scouts on him?” he asks.
“No. I never needed them before.”
“I would suggest considering them. Talk to Quirin, talk to Connor, see what they think.”
“I will. But first, I need to figure out my f*****g mate bond,” I say.
The quiet in the car is much less suffocating now that Justine is gone. It’s late when we arrive at Quirin’s pack. I didn’t let him know my arrival time, but I’m always welcome in his pack, just like he is in mine.
The guard let’s me through easily. “Should I let our Alpha
