There never was one

Bagheera was not surprised to learn that the white tigress was mated and had at least one child, but some idea on some conscious level was certainly dashed by the knowledge. The virile DeMonte male made no show of it because he had barely given it a moment of his notice, but the intention of settling into an existing pack did not come without hesitancy brought on by biology. It was interesting in itself that the urge had skittered away when he’d been a lone wolf, when his blood had burned vibrant and youthful as it coursed through his veins in its stead, but that it now skulked back into hazy view on the threshold of the mountains foothills. Jinx, it had been established, was irrelevant in relation to the potential he appeared to be willing to shirk.

He was impeccably attentive to her answer and there was barely a pause before he began his follow-up. Then why do you keep her? he asked incisively with a raised brow in response to the lack of trust she had in one of her members. With the rest of the names she gave him the impression that she had a formidably close circle of devoted followers, but the last only came off as a second mistake waiting to happen.