“You have it,” Reeve growled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Moving away from the door, Kahn replied, “By all means.”
Hesitating for a moment, Reeve asked, “Do you want me there when you tell your mother about Josiah?”
Shaking his head, Kahn murmured, “No, it’ll be easier for her to hear it from me…however, I’d appreciate it if you could be available later in case she has questions I can’t answer.”
“Of course,” Reeve replied, handing his phone to his mate.
Taking it, Kahn entered his information in it and sent himself a text. “Thanks,” he said, handing Reeve back his phone.
Giving a short nod, Reeve left and headed downstairs. It was a good thing he’d planned to see Jackson about Dylon, because he could then question him about his intentions toward Kahn. After giving instructions to his lead enforcer, he stepped outside, breathing the morning air. He had done it. Kahn would be safefor at least two more days and by then, everything would be sorted out and he could claim his mate.
Looking at his phone, Reeve thought about calling Jackson but decided against it. No sense getting into it over the phone, which was bound to happen when the Alpha most certainly would want to know the purpose of his visit. Nor could he just show up; that was a sure-fire way for him to get his ass handed to him by Jackson.Dammit the man knows his rights too well.By process of elimination, he sent a text to the Alpha asking to see him right away to talk about a sensitive subject. Hopefully, Jackson would agree without wanting details first.
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Smokey’s next stop was his Alpha’s study. He knew Jackson was anxious to get some answers about Reeve’s white buffalo and he was pleased to see the Alpha’s door ajar as he approached. Looking in, he found Jackson looking out the big window behind him. “Hey, you got a minute?” he asked.
Turning around, Jackson smiled, waving him in. “You’re up early. After yesterday, I’d thought your mates wouldn’t have let you out of bed for the entire day.”
“Theo is still asleep…and Norm’s with him,” Smokey replied, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of Jackson’s desk. “I plan on joining them soon. What about you?”
“Daniel’s still asleep, which isn’t surprising after his big day yesterday,” Jackson said, “so I decided to take advantage of the quiet time.”
Chuckling, Smokey said, “That seems to be standard operating procedure when you become a parent.”
“As you will soon find out,” Jackson said, smiling. “How’s Theo? No problems from yesterday?”
“None that I know of,” Smokey said, crossing his fingers.
“That’s good,” Jackson murmured, distracted by his phone signaling the arrival of a new text. Swiping the screen, he read it, frowning at the end. Looking up, he said, “Reeve is wasting no time…he wants to see me asap to discuss something. I’m guessing it’s about who he really is and what that means to me and my pack.”
Shrugging, Smokey said, “I don’t know cuz I haven’t spoken to him since last night.”
Nodding, Jackson set down his phone and said, “Let’s talk now. I know he’s a white buffalo but I don’t get why that has anything to do with you…or my pack.”
Smokey proceeded to tell his Alpha everything he knew about white buffalos and the relationship they had to Manetus. “I grew up thinking the stories my grandfather told me were myths, but obviously they aren’t,” he concluded.
“I think I understand…you’re the last of the Manetus and Reeve is a one-of-a-kind white buffalo shifter sent by the Great Spirit…”
“And sent to help boost my spirit powers.”
“But you don’t know how he plans to do that, right?” asked Jackson.
“Right. He claims he has to finish his mission first, and then he’s resigning,” Smokey replied.
Nodding, Jackson drummed his fingers on his desk, thinking over everything he’d just learned. It was now becoming cleareras to why the Fates had sent Smokey and, subsequently, Reeve to his pack. Jackson would need them to fight the evil spreading through the paranormal world. That was a good thing because he could use all the help he could get; the only problem was Reeve’s connection to the High Council. Resigning from it—while a step in the right direction—still didn’t give him the assurance he needed to welcome Reeve into his pack. Deciding to proceed with caution, he sent a text back to Reeve before looking back at Smokey. “I’ve given him permission to enter the pack grounds.”
“Do you want me at the meeting?”
“No…at least not until I find out what the hell is so important he had to see me immediately.”
Nodding, Smokey asked, “Anything else? I’m kinda eager to get back to my mates.”
“Go!” Jackson said, smiling. “By the way, maybe you should have Mac check Theo just to make sure…”
“Already on today’s agenda,” Smokey said before leaving the room.
