She winced at the slight incrimination in his voice. He was right. She should’ve pushed mating Jackson last night, but Jackson had to play the hero and give her time to adjust.
She was a fool. “And if I mark him at the club?”
“Now that he’s healed, he’s a valued member of the pack again. Without permission from his pack alpha, it’s an act of aggression. You’d be risking both his life and your own.”
“And both of you in the process.” So not an option.
Taggert’s phone rang, startling all three of them. He fumbled with it before answered, his eyes locked on hers.
“I’ll let her know.” He hung up the phone, his face grim. “We have to get back to the house. London found two intruders. They say they know us and are asking for sanctuary.”
Raven rubbed her brow, quickly covering the ground back to the car. Disappointment settled on her shoulders, along with a deep anger that another pack was trying to take what was hers.
And Jackson was hers. He knew it. She knew it.
She couldn’t help feel that his pack knew it as well and had purposefully recalled him to active duty where she couldn’t touch him without a price.
She had ten days to do research, prepare for the conclave, and find out what the hell another pack wanted in exchange for the mate they had stolen right from under her nose.