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of work life and spend quality bonding time. Today, though, Jason could use a bit more bonding time with his pillow.
    “I had a long night.” He handed his dad a cup of coffee, and then leaned against the kitchen counter. “Do you think you could amuse yourself long enough for me to take a quick shower?”
    “Shower?” His dad took a sip of his mug, taking a moment to appreciate the taste. “Why would you need to do that? You are just going to get dirty again.”
    Jason shrugged, not really wanting to get into it.
    The older man leaned in and took a whiff of Jason. “Woo wee. You smell about a hundred proof. You shoot a gun smelling like that and you are likely to blow us all up. You get yourself in the shower, and I’ll tend to your coffeemaker. We’ll leave when you are done.”
    “Thanks, dad.” Jason patted him on the shoulder on his way out of the kitchen and headed to the bathroom. If there was one thing he knew would distract his father it was a good cup of coffee and lucky for Jason, he knew how to brew one mean cup of Joe.
    * * *
    Forty-five minutes later, Jason and his father were deep in the woods that surrounded their little town of Rollings. So far they hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of any quarry, which was just fine with Jason since he really wasn’t in the mood for a hunt. His mind was still on the text messages he sent Isabel the night before.
    “What’s got into you, son?” His dad nudged him with his elbow.
    “What do you mean?”
    “First, you get pass out drunk, stinking to high heavens, and now you are too distracted to notice when a good doe has just crossed our path. Sounds a bit off to me.” His dad shouldered his rifle, stopping their trek through the woods.
    “I’m just tired is all.”
    His dad hummed not quite believing him, and then after a moment said, “You know, I heard a rumor around town.”
    “A rumor?” Jason’s brow rose. “Since when do you care about rumors?”
    “When they have to do with my son’s future happiness of course!” He swung his rifle around in the air.
    “All right, all right.” He held his hand up to calm him down, before he shot them both. “What’s this rumor you heard?”
    Brushing a hand under his nose, his father shifted from foot to foot in a bit of a nervous gesture. “How much do you know about werewolves?”
    Jason smirked. “What does anybody know about sups in general? They aren’t exactly forthcoming with their secrets.” His dad watched him waiting for a real answer. “Oh, all right. Werewolves are like most shifters, they can shift from human to animal on a whim, even without a full moon. Though, I’ve heard they are pricklier around the full moon and less in control of their beast—”
    “Right,” his dad remarked. “And there is one thing that shifters all have in common, and that is they are pack driven. They are all about tradition and the good of the pack.”
    “So?” Jason shrugged. “What of it?”
    “There has been talk around that our local werewolf hasn’t just been visiting his folks up north but securing his legacy and place in the pack.” His dad’s eyes locked on to him, trying to tell him something he just wasn’t getting.
    “You’re going to have to spell it out for me, dad. I’m not sure where you are going with this.” Jason shifted his rifle from one arm to the other, the thought of the hunt completely gone from his mind.
    “Son, come on now. I thought you were smarter than that. How do animals secure their place in society?” He urged him to come to the conclusion as him.
    Jason’s face scrunched up in thought. What was his dad getting at? The only sure way to hold one's pack was through brute force or an heir. Just then a light flickered on in his head.
    “You think he’s trying to produce an heir? With Isabel?” Disbelief coated his words, the very thought of it so absurd and maddening he couldn’t think straight. Isabel pregnant? He knew Izzy well enough to know he’d