Psyche Honor (Psyche Moon) by Buhr, Chrissie

doesn’t fit, and she wasn’t lying when she didn’t know about Mages. I’ll consider it. She’s Billie’s mate, but she’s still a Mage.” “Mind-blowing.” “To say the least,” Jason agreed. Phil drove up in his new pickup and joined them silently. Jason filled him in on the situation quietly. Phil looked to his Alpha for reassurance, but Jason’s response didn’t console him. “A collared Wolf turns him, one Mage tries to collar him, and another Mage tries to steal him. Somehow he gets away and winds up in my Pack. He’s either incredibly lucky or we’re in deep shit. Be very careful and very aware. Sleep with two ears up. No one is to be alone with him.” “What are you going to do?” Phil wanted to know. Jason saw enormous promise in the young man. He didn’t say much, but he observed the world around him and absorbed it all. Clever and sensible, the Wolf would make a fine Elder in a century or two. “I’ll meet with Billie and the Elders, see what we can come up with. Maybe Richard or Kato can shed some light on all of this.” “And Sadie?” John asked again. “We’ll see. For now don’t tell her anything.” Jason said goodbye and climbed into his truck. The thought of meeting the Elders without Billie tempted him, but only briefly. Leaving his Beta out of the conversation would only cause more problems, and she’d never given him reason to regret naming her Beta. Before he'd driven two blocks, he made up his mind and dug into his pocket for his cell phone. He sent a text without looking down. “Meet