Chapter 3
Jon’s Point of View
The boys tried to get me to talk to mom last night when I called them. I was still too raw from what had happened to be able to talk to her without getting upset. Besides I didn’t think that she had changed her opinion in just a few hours.
I needed to find some wooded area so that I could go for a run. I could feel my inner bear wanting to get out.
I contacted the Clan leader, Collin Jackson, in this small town.Leader Jackson informed methat there is also a wolf pack here called the Pacific Northwest Pack and gave me the information for the Alpha.Courtesy required that I inform him of my presence and requesthis permission to be on their lands.
I decided to give him a call and make sure that I would be able to go for a run without any problems. It is always good to stay in good graces with other shifters. You never knew when you might need their help.
“Good morning, Alpha Remington. My name is Jon Blumer and I travelled into your area last night. I just wanted to touch base and let you know that I am in the area, as well as to get your permission to go for a run in the woods,” I requested over the phone.
“Good morning, Mr. Blumer, mayI call you Jon?” he asked.
“Of course, sir, I would be honored,” I replied.
“Alright Jon, Mr. Jackson called and let me know that you were here and if it is ok with you, I would like to meet you. I just like to get to know other shifters before giving an open invitation onto our land.We have had issues in the past. I don’t want you to think that this is because of you,” he replied.
“That’s fine with me, I would be honored to meet with you,” I responded.
“I understand that you have been searching for your mate. That seems to be going around. One of my friends from Virginia, his son is coming out this way to find his mate as well. Why don’t you come over around ten o’clock and we can get acquainted and let you have a run through the woods.”
“Yes, sir, I have been searching for the past eight years but I’m not giving up. Ten o’clock sounds good to me that gives me time to get some breakfast.”
“Alright, than I will see you then. Do you need directions?”
“No, sir, Mr. Jackson gave me directions to your pack lands last night. Good bye, sir.”
“Good bye Jon.”
After I hung up, I took a shower, dressed, packed my luggage into my suburban, and headed to the cafe’ down the street to get something to eat and kill time before heading to the pack house.
When I walked in the diner, I could tell that there were other shifters there. I tried to look as non-threatening as I possibly could. It was hard just because I am so big.
I took a seat at the counter and looked at the menu.
“Good morning, my name is Tiffany, and I will be your server. What can I get ya?” asked the waitress.
“Good morning, Tiffany. I would love some coffee, pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and fruit cup, please.”
“Alright, sweetie, will have that out to you quickly,” she said as she walked away.
She came back and placed my coffee on the counter, “Do you need any cream?”
“No, ma’am, black is just fine for me.”
