Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 603

"Yes sir, born and raised."

"You don't smell like a rogue." I comment.

"Jace kind of made the beach club into a little pack, I guess I get away with it on a technicality." He lifts his fingers into the air, making a quotation movement with both hands.

"So what's with the hat...and the whistle?" I was intrigued more over the whistle than the hat, and as he seems relaxed about questions...I wanted to keep them coming.

The beach club was located in one of the hottest parts of the country, the hat goes without saying. Even as a werewolf any sun burn wouldn't last long thanks to our advanced healing but the whistle...that I just couldn't understand yet.

"The hat is simple, it's a style. The whistle is a bit of a running joke.."

"One you need to share with her unless you want me to whip you." Callie seethes

from the front, her increasing nerves making her have a bit of bite.

"Sounds promising?" Colt wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Colt!" Calle growls out from the front sit.

"It's a dog whistle."

"Are you being serious?" I laugh out, as he passes it to me to touch.

at the beach club. Thankfully we mainly only get humans come to the resort, but every

Colt giving me an encouraging nod to try it out. I blow

out from the driver's seat, finding

been to the beach club, this certainly would work wonders in the crowd of party goers at the pool parties. No matter how loud the music, a shifter would certainly hear this

you see the gate?" Callie leans forward, pointing out to

guard. Cleo,

rear view mirror. I suppress the

child is born,

ready for this?" I lean forward, my hand placing on the tip of Callie's shoulder, trying to

thank you for coming...just remain vigilant." She clears her throat, trying

I offer her

I hope it won't.

remain vigilant."

to the gate, opening his window just

did look shocked by Callie being in the front seat which to me was a good sign, if anything had been planned, he would be in

members looking up as we drive past farming fields, their necks tilting slightly in

farm your own food?" Dad asks out to

like to be as self sufficient

I would call a modern

would appeal

to go off pack lands for entertainment, or