Trip walked out and smiled, “They’re waiting for you in the temporary council chambers.” Shane nodded and drove through the gates and smiled at his mate before saying, “Ready?” Trace pushed back his hat and said with a drawl, “Lead on, Bro.” Shane laughed and slid out of the truck his father had lent him. His was not going to be ready for a few days. Trace wanted to bring his truck, but his parents convinced him to leave it at their house along with the dogs until things were discussed. The Alphas would insist on him staying here and Shane also, when they found out they were mates. But until they found their third mate, it seemed a little silly to bring all of his belongings. So instead, Trace had packed a bag of clothes and his electronics, and then they stopped on the way at Shane’s modest house. Trace had liked the place, but from what Shane explained, he would have to sell. Shane didn’t seem to be upset at all, and said that it was just a house, he wanted a home. Trace understood that comment and related the story of his old house that had gone from a short term loan to a gift to the tribe in under a day, they both laughed knowing how the Matriarchal Pecks worked.
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