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.

It helps me differentiate between werewolves and humans at the beach club. Thankfully we mainly only get humans come to the resort, but every now and again a werewolf reacts to the whistle...it just means we keep extra security

the whistle to my lips, Colt giving me an encouraging nod to try it out. I

chuckles out from the driver's seat, finding

crowd of party goers at the pool parties. No matter how loud the music, a shifter would certainly hear this whistle. I was impressed with Colt's

gate?" Callie

Cleo, you do not

mine in the rear view mirror. I suppress the need to roll my

his grandchild after all. Until the child is born, the family

I lean forward, my hand placing on

coming...just remain vigilant." She clears her throat, trying to

that Callie." I offer her a reassuring squeeze on

I hope it won't.

remain vigilant." She

to the gate, opening his window just

seat which to me was a good sign, if anything had been planned, he would be in

pack members looking up as we drive past farming fields, their necks tilting slightly in a sign of respect to Callie Word had been shared among the

food?" Dad

as self sufficient as

I would call a modern pack. There wasn't any signs

that would appeal to

to go off pack lands for entertainment, or