“Yes, sir?”
“Make sure no one busts any of those crates. I’ll be back in a few.”
Dash nodded, and Jonathan left.
The phone stopped ringing while he made his way to a room away from the garage where prying ears were less likely to hear.
Johnathan keyed in the number.
A growl eased over the speaker.
“Sorry, I had to find somewhere quiet.”
“With a pack as big as yours, I’d think that was impossible.” There was enough slur to Caspin’s words to suggest his teeth were sharp. Typical for the White Wolf since he despised his bipedal form. He’d made it clear he would have remained a Fenrir all the time if it didn’t insist on tactile experiences.
“The Lexington safehouse isn’t as crowded as the Estate, but yeah, it’s not easy.”
“Exactly why I prefer smaller packs.”
More like Caspin preferred a pack of himself. And as the only Varu who’d taken the VrK to regain his wolf, he would most likely remain that way.
The nature of a white wolf was a lonely one.
Traffic hummed in the background.
“Are you near the city?” Johnathan said.
“I’m staying out of sight.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.” It could cause a problem if anyone saw him.
“My new ward insisted on eating that packaged garbage humans call food.”
“Since when do you care what a ward wants?”
“I always care. I just don’t brag about it.”
No more than he talked about himself, which he didn’t. “That’s good of you to let him indulge. I’m sure he appreciates that,” Jonathan said.
“I appreciate the opportunity to mount him. But next time, send me someone made of sturdier stuff. He wears out too quickly.”
Deltas and omegas rarely Phased unless threatened. The Sarvari they manifested after receiving the VrK seemed more interested in tactile sensations only a humanlike body could give them.
It’s why they made the best tactical leaders and perfect bedmates.
But since Caspin regained his wolf in an experimental trial with the VrK, his Fenrir seemed intent on making up for the centuries it had been denied the pleasure of the flesh. So in exchange for information, Johnathan brought Caspin deltas and omegas to sate its appetite.
“How about next time I drop off two?”
Caspin hummed. “Yes, two. Then they will have time to rest, and I won’t have to stop till my wolf is satisfied. Just make sure whoever you bring me is experienced. Make sure they are hungry to be mounted.”
“Pretty sure I know a few who would be more than happy to spend a few weeks with you.”
“As always, it’s appreciated, but that’s not why I called.” The background noise muffled.
“What have you got?” Jonathan said.
“Isaiah’s tracker located the Cana in Washington and Isaiah made camp at the Cascades National Park.”