the females who leave here mated are not welcome back. They would have to bring their mate with them and that isn’t allowed.”
That had been two weeks ago. Gammon had expected him to spend every day with the ones who considered moving. He had spent more time with the potential pack members than he had bonded to him back home. The time spent had been well spent when four of the potential members had proven they could not deal with an Alpha so young. Two others his wolf had not cared to add to the pack. An additional three had researched the area of his territory in Australia and finally decided they didn’t want to give up the land of their birth for Australia. The final decision of who to take and who to leave had taken a week. Even after everything was decided no one could leave without some sort of paperwork and Gammon refused to have so many not of his pack still in his territory. He also refused to turn so many out of his territory without proper protection. As a result he hadn’t pulled his oath to allow Dylan to oath bound anyone other than Shiloh until everything was in order.
Strings had been pulled and passports issued for the ones who would leave the pack and now everything was ready. Most of the ones leaving had been born in Gammon’s pack except a few females who had come to the pack as refugees. Old enough to remember the terror but healed enough to embrace life again, six females had found no mate in Gammon’s pack. Those six also refused to leave the pack to find a mate. Not born to Alaska the females had no love of the winters the state offered. Dylan offered them a new beginning, away from the cold, away from some of the memories with the possibility of meeting other males, in other protected packs, who might prove to be a mate.
The females knew he would be returning first to Marcus’s pack to retrieve his female and her mate before visiting Trey’s pack. A small trip to Trey’s had been planned with the intention not to gather more pack members, but only to touch down in the helicopter with the new females then lift again for Marcus’s. If a mate existed for any of them within Trey’s pack they would know before the helicopter settled upon the ground. All the females going to Australia were of age to feel their mate and the members of Trey’s pack were expecting a visit. If a male felt his mate he would be packing even as the helicopter lifted off again.
Dylan watched as each of the females embraced Gammon, no reaction from his wolf to another Alpha being so close to their females. Shiloh bristled at his side. He felt more than saw the glances his Beta sent his way until he finally turned fully to face him. “Might as well get it off your chest, mate. What is bothering you this time?”
“Those are our females. My wolf doesn’t like another male hugging them even if he was, until a could of hours ago, their Alpha. My question is, why doesn’t it bother you?” Shiloh asked.
Dylan shrugged, “Why should it? Had we a tank we might take him down.”
“I don’t understand you. I feel there is something more I should understand but I don’t.”
Dylan laughed. “When we are safe within MY territory, and you have met my wolf—”
A slight giggle sounded just behind Dylan’s back.
“Yeah, yeah, I will understand. You keep saying that but you don’t explain what it means. You are not like Gammon. That is to say, you aren’t like any Alpha I have met before, and I have met plenty. The United States has around thirty Alphas and I have met a good many of them, if not all. I have met Alphas who didn’t meet Gammon’s code he carries concerning honor and, well, they don’t walk the Earth any longer. Your wolf should be upset but you stand here as calm as can be, as though another Alpha doesn’t stand too close to our females.”
Dylan snorted. “You don’t trust Gammon?”
At the question, softly asked, Gammon proved his ears could hear as well as any shifter as he turned to glare at Dylan and Shiloh.
“No, I mean yes, I trust him. A more honorable Alpha you would be hard pressed to find. But trust has nothing to do with my wolf’s reaction.”
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