Later that evening Willow clung to Jasper’s hand as he led her to the Pack circle, her heart beating loudly in her ears. The Alpha planned to introduce her to the Pack and discuss her kidnapping and its ramifications with the Central Pack. Located in a valley filled with tall trees and grass, nestled between two rock faces. Raised edges formed stadium seating in the rock worn smooth over time they actually were comfortable. In the center lay a flat grassy plane surrounded by mud and dirt, reminding Willow of an archaic football field. Though she possessed no magic, she could still feel the pulse of Pack energy coming from the circle and the weight of boundless magic and decisions over centuries must have taken place there.
“So is everyone going to be in wolf or human form?” Willow asked.
Okay, that was a stupid question. But she hated silence.
Jasper laughed. “Human form. As much as we love our wolf ones, it’s kinda hard to talk to each other on four feet.”
Willow laughed. “Oh, but how do you communicate when you are a wolf?”
“Instinct. We follow each other or move our heads to indicate where we want to go. It isn’t like we have philosophical discussions when we’re hunting. I know some myths say we can talk telepathically, and though that would be cool as hell, we don’t.”
“So, no mind readers. Good to know.”
“Well, not that I know of anyway. But it could happen I guess. Maybe it comes after mating.” Jasper smiled.
“Really, what am I thinking now?” Willow teased.
“That I look good in this shirt?” Jasper laughed.
Willow widened her eyes. “Wow. I can’t believe it. You caught me.”
They laughed and Jasper held her close to his side. “Really? I’ll have to wear this more often.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips on her hair. Heat radiated over her skin. Thank God he couldn’t actually read her mind right now. She’d die of mortification.