Vail’s voice came through Haben’s phone. Though it sounded a bit disjointed through the speaker phone, Haben knew the exasperation in Vail’s tone wasn’t imagined. Haben glanced up and exchanged a look with Terence. He knew the lion shifter was thinking the same thing. Vail talked a good talk, but if he ever crossed paths with his mate, he’d want the man. Haben tried to keep the envy out of his tone when he replied, “Give mine and Terence’s congrats to Eli and Sam.” “I will,” Vail replied. “When are you headed out this way?” Terence asked. Vail laughed. “What’s the matter? Don’t like Haben’s company?” the wolf shifter teased. “He normally knows how to use that big dick of his.” Terence rolled his eyes, and Haben shook his head. The only time Vail had seen Haben’s dick was when they shifted. At a hundred-and-eighty-two-years of age, Haben often felt like a grandparent to most of the others in his pack.
