Chapter 153 Meet My Wolf, The Donkey

Hunter’s POV

Ares and Owen never showed up at Lake Pear to talk to me. I wondered if it was some sort of trick on Jane’s part, making them behave like they liked me only to spurn me later on.

‘Yeah, that could totally be it!’ said Reg. ‘I mean, they seem way too nice to do something like that, and so does Jane.’ He sighed wistfully. ‘Sweet, lovely Jane. So, no, maybe that isn’t it at all, buddy.’

‘Such helpful insights as always, Reg.’

‘Thanks, Hunter!’

I let Reg shift out for a run around the lake. Maybe they’d got delayed, and I wanted to be here if they arrived late.

But after an hour of laps and still no sign of Jane’s boys – my boys, I corrected, and felt a jolt of pure joy go through me – I decided to go back to the pack house.

I trotted back, still in Reg’s form, letting him take the lead. There was a worry nagging at me, a tiny niggle at the back of my mind, but Reg’s endless, inane chatter silence it pretty effectively.

‘Now I’m a daddy wolf, do I need to learn how to chang