Free The Werewolf Affair [DeWitt's Pack 14] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks Page B

say the things he didn’t have the chance to before she’d died.
    He followed those suggestions, waiting for privacy before speaking to a woman he couldn’t see, but the only things he could do was say how sorry he was that she’d died, how he missed her, and apologize for how much he was fucking up being a parent.
    He never felt any better or any lighter.
    Old Maggie suggested that Phillip visit Helen’s grave. He hadn’t done that at all since coming to live on DeWitt’s land. James had to take care of the details like that while Phillip was busy losing his mind out in the wild, so her grave was a marked space that was even on the property.
    He’d tried going. He’d bought flowers for the occasion and figured he could take Sammy along as well.
    The boy was getting a little more used to him, though his preferences for Corey over Phillip were still obvious. Phillip figured his rank was somewhere along the lines of a favorite uncle at this point, but they were both taking baby steps here.
    He’d dressed Sammy up in some clean clothes, the best he had, taken him and the flowers to the place where the grave was supposed to be, and then stopped at the sight of them.
    Helen’s looked the same as all the others, most were from his former pack. Some were from this one. A nice stone with her name in it, her date of birth and death, and that was it. Of course there wouldn’t be a loving inscription, because he hadn’t been there to bury her.
    He’d promptly put the flowers down, turned around, and left.
    Helen wasn’t in that grave anyway. She was a ghost following him around. So what was the point?
    All this thinking about her, thinking about what he was and wasn’t doing right, it wasn’t helping. He missed Trevor, and his inner wolf missed him, too.
    Unlike Helen, Trevor was alive, real and warm. He could speak with Trevor and laugh with him.
    It had only been two days, but he needed to see him again. Maybe that would be enough to satisfy the urges that were running rampant inside of him.
    He dropped Sammy off with a kiss and a hug back with Corey. As usual, the man was glad to have Sammy back in the main house, like he thought that every time Phillip came to pick him up or spend time with him meant that would be the last time Sammy would be spending the night under his roof.
    Phillip put that out of his mind for now. He wanted to see his mate.
    He knocked on the door and wasn’t surprised that another person answered.
    It was a female omega, with red hair, and probably around the same age as Trevor.
    “Trevor in?” he asked.
    It was easy for him to tell that she had been born a werewolf by the way she looked at him. Not exactly with disdain, but hardly with any respect either.
    Phillip knew this would happen, but better those who held some disgust for Phillip marrying and starting a family with a woman who was not his mate, openly or otherwise, put those feelings solely on him, rather than on Helen or his son.
    “Is Trevor in?” he asked again.
    “No, he’s out on patrol.”
    Phillip frowned. “Patrol?” He looked down at his watch. It was after four. “He only does morning patrols, and I thought it was his day off.”
    “I don’t know,” the girl said, exasperated. “I don’t keep track of what he does or doesn’t do. Maybe he asked for more time.”
    That was a possibility. James and Phillip ran their packs with similar rules, and a lot of pack leaders adopted this method as well.
    Paying the members of their packs for performing certain duties that were considered more than chores. The alphas usually got a share, a small share, of money from the leading alpha’s main bank account for being on active duty. Maybe Trevor wanted the money. Maybe he wanted to get away from Phillip for a while.
    The only way he could find out was to ask Trevor himself. Since he was out on his patrol time, Phillip was going to have to track him down.
    Phillip thanked the girl and set out.
    Following Trevor’s scent