Jason dozed on and off during the long drive, waking only when they paused to stretch their legs and change drivers. They were stopped briefly at the Canadian border, but were quickly waved through when the agents realized they were wolves. They were globally recognized as their own nation, so most human officials were happy enough to grant them something similar to diplomatic immunity.
Reaching their pack borders, his mind was filled with welcomes and congratulations. Given how many seemed to be up despite the late hour, he knew the pack had been waiting in keen anticipation for Phoebe’s arrival. Blue Moon’s Luna would be cherished and protected. He would assign Phoebe a proper security detail later. Jason was sure everyone would be eager to volunteer, so he had to decide on qualificatio
