Saturday, November 24th

(Jon Jenkins POV)

It’s been a month since Jamison returned to Red Fang from the White Ridge pack. Alpha Redmen hasn’t approached Jamie about the next run so he’s been training with me, both as a warrior and a carpenter. When he’s not busy with training he’s looking for Cole. We’re all worried sick as we haven’t seen or heard from him since Jamie left him after his seizure. I’ve tried to link with him several times. I was shocked when I actually managed to connect with him two weeks ago. Unfortunately further attempts with the link have resulted in him pushing me away. At least he’s alive. It’s truly my only solace.

“Hey, dad.”

Jamie comes down the stairs into the kitchen. I open my arms wide and he immediately accepts my embrace. We’ve been doing it a lot more recently, holding each other tightly.

I’ve taken care of Jamie as my own since I found his mother, my fated mate, sixteen years ago. He was only five. I had found her a year before I transferred into Alpha Redmen’s pack. I wa