Denied by Destiny Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 592

~ Jace ~

Josie, Knox, Jaxon and I all make our way over to the pack gates.

The pack was in celebration mode but it doesn’t stop the new alphas from wanting to check the security of the pack. When it comes to the safety of the pack, you never truly switch off.

Being an alpha isn’t a job, it’s a an all encompassing lifestyle until the day you die. Even when you pass the torch on, as Mum has now done, I doubt she’ll ever truly switch off.

Who would be at the gates that hadn’t pre-arranged their visit, and even more concerningly…why did they give the guards the slip.

Who were they, and what were they doing here.

Spies?

Had the White Moon pack heard of the death of the White Wolf’s sister, had they sent someone to spy on this pack, to feed back information…

I could sense Jaxon was thinking the same. Why else would they suddenly disappear.

As we reach the guards on the gates, Josie and Knox move closer towards them, wanting key information that could help identify the stranger probably now circling the borders for a weakness.

A sigh escapes me, I can see now that Mum was right to improve the security details here. That she put the necessary measures in place not because she wanted to, but because she had to.

“A male, alone…apparently.” Knox grunts out as he and Josie walk back towards us.

“You think there are more?”

“If there are they are keeping far back. I can only feel one on the verge of the borders, not an army.” Josie shrugs out, her eyes already bleeding out to the orangey red colour of her wolf’s.

“You want us to split up and search past the borders?” Jaxon offers out.

“Come on…” I sigh out to Jaxon just before my own wolf surges forward, taking control of the shift.

My bones crack as I am pushed back, the air around me shimmering, my wolf coming forward. He stretches his back out, his paws pushing into the ground beneath him as he lets the sandy soil spread into his touch senses.

He may not be the alpha here, but he will still die protecting these lands. Especially with his mate and child in the central pack reservation.

He kicks off, following Jaxon through the long marsh grass out of the pack gates where the land becomes more fertile, becomes more dense with trees.

He sniffs the air around him, searching for any hint of the person’s identity that hasn’t stayed to meet the new alphas.

Whoever it is, they are covering their tracks, carefully.

Jaxon’s dissatisfaction vibrates through the triplet bond, he was getting pissed off the longer we searched. Until I hear him howl near by me, a sign that he has found something.