“It’s about thirty miles from the airport. The limousines and the Navigators should have no problems. We paved the road to the pack property.” Julien waited, holding his breath.
“Hmm, that is well within the rules. You have the master suite there so it can be considered your tertiary residence. Would your Alphas travel in from Washington?”
Armand was considering his request. That’s a good sign.
“They’re a loyal bunch. My Alphas will travel to see me mated, and my parents would love to have me married from their primary residence. No one would even have to bring a tux. The loggers and the folks from Washington are all very casual about the clothing they wear. If we were going to Redmond, we could do fancy, but we don’t have to, not at the camp.”