One whole month had passed, and as he watched his mate through the window of her office he had come to realize that maybe it was time to accept his loss and return back to the everglades. He had done his best to handle the situation from Canaan but the human group that had been trying to purchase the lands bordering his territory had resorted to underhanded tactics to get him to conform and sell the land to them.
He had several pack members reporting traps. Magical traps that sprang when an unsuspecting beast ran into the wrong tree. He could not yet meet out his justice for another month after which the deal will be finalized and he could then assume complete ownership. His people needed him. Yet here he was with a woman who did not know or care what she meant to him.
