"I enjoy studying other forms of magic," he continues. "He was a source of information, since Jax had visited the area before."
Goosebumps on the back of my neck stand up as my gaze falls on Jax.
Ray was nervous next to me. "Were you in our cargo area before?" He asks. "Without introducing yourself?"
Jax is quick to break the assumption in the bud. "Number. A few months before I found your pack on the neighboring mountain, I visited the Kootenay Ranges and spoke to those wolves. He fixed his gaze on Ray and me. "I'll never break protocol."
Ray took a long look at the wolf that brought us here before deciding if Jax was telling the truth. "Then it's fine," he says, and pops a piece of meat into his mouth. He stopped chewing as I expected. The poor thing is trying not to spit.
Nobody cooks like our betas.
"I must say, Julian, this is perhaps the softest, most delicious meat I've ever had in my life."
