Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Twenty-Six Don’t poke the bear

Chapter Twenty-Six: Don’t poke the bear

“Come on now, kid, you don’t need to do that alpha stuff with me.” Branson said and I couldn’t help but chuckle. There was just something about the older man that put me at ease. I didn’t know if it was because I had known him for so long or if there was just something about the older shifter. But he had been like a fun uncle that I didn’t get to see enough, yet when I did, it was always a fun time.

When I was a kid, I could still remember him throwing me into the air and chasing me through the woods in games of hide and go seek that involved the entire pack. They were fun memories that when the time came, I wanted to do those things with any children that Tillie had with us.

As a teenager, he had snuck me alcohol behind my parent’s back and provided my friends and I with a safe getaway for the weekends on his lands.

When I had become a man and taken on the position of alpha, he had aligned with my pack the same way that he had done with my father. It felt good to know that he would be by my side in a fight and I hoped to repay the favor when his pup came of age.

“Who are you calling kid, old man?”

“I’m only as old as I feel and I don’t feel too old right now.” He said with a laugh and I could hear an exasperated sigh from someone beside him on the other end of the line. Probably his mate. I had yet to meet her but I knew that if the goddess had sent him a second chance mate, then she would be just as amazing as his first mate was. I hoped she was just as kind too. “I take it this isn’t just a social call in the middle of the night?”

“It’s not. I wish it was. But I’ve got a problem or what I think might be a problem I was hoping you could help me with.” I said, leaning back and tracing my fingers over the grooves of the leather steering wheel cover.

door that connected to the garage door that connected to the pack house. Travis’ shoulders were tense and I could tell that he was upset from the way that he was moving. Gone was the grace that he normally had. This was the stilted walk of a caged animal. Ryan was no better with his hair pulled back into a messy bun. His gaze flicking to Travis before moving back to the concrete floor

him all about the marks that I had seen on the willow tree by the lake. How old they looked, hoping that he knew something about the markings or if

opened the passenger door and slipped into the seat beside me. He didn’t look over at me, just stared out the front window of the car. Ryan got into the backseat behind us, moving to the seat in the middle of

that he was back

said, and I realized that I had missed what he said. “Why are you asking about that

him to confirm what I had seen as being close to his place. The location of her

territory but we surround it. That’s bear territory. They don’t bother anyone and we don’t poke the

I didn’t need to see the tree

with us

reach the bear?” I asked, finding it strange that he wasn’t using the shifter’s name with

do you want me to reach out

for us at the house?” I asked, avoiding answering the question that he was asking. I knew Branson

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Don’t poke

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