CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE - GRAND-GODFATHER

JARED

It was getting cooler, the afternoon warmth giving way to the evening breeze that chased the sun from the sky.

And it was somehow colder atop the small hill near the pack cemetery.

But I didn’t mind, not when Asha was finally at ease with visiting the graves of his dead mate and their son. He’d come to find me earlier in the day, asking if I would accompany him on his visit, and I had immediately agreed. There had been a number of things that needed to be attended to, things that Asha needed to be present for, and having him back at full capacity had changed everything.

It wasn’t that Asha was underperforming as an Alpha. In fact, he was doing better than most Alphas at their prime, even though he left the bulk of the work for his father. But I knew my best friend well enough to know when he wasn’t operating at a hundred percent. I had noticed the way Asha would look fixedly at an empty spot in a room for far too long, or how his eyes would slide in and out of focus if anyone so