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.

come to the resort, but every now and again a werewolf reacts to the

Colt giving me an encouraging nod to try it out. I blow out on the whistle, a high pitched

Dad chuckles out from the

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 whistle.

gate?" Callie leans forward,

stay on guard. Cleo, you do not leave my sight."

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

ways, I am pregnant with his grandchild after all. Until the child is born, the family members will remain extra alert around

forward, my hand placing on the

vigilant." She clears her

Callie." I offer her a reassuring squeeze on the

I hope it won't.

vigilant."

car up to the gate, opening his window just

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

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

your own food?" Dad asks

be as self

what I would call a modern pack.

that would appeal to the younger

go off pack lands