If Abbey had ever cared enough to ask why he thought she needed to be a part of his pack, Jake would have explained that wolves were designed to be pack animals. Very few lone wolves survived in the world for long and he didn't want to see anything happen to her, especially since she was so young and had a very long life ahead of her. However, instead of asking anything, she'd locked herself up in her room and had been behaving like a petulant child since he brought her home.
Accepting the beer from her, Jake took a long drag from it and then cut into his steak. "They're not jammed up my butt for attention. It's called camaraderie and friendship. We discuss more than just pack business. I'm genuinely interested in all my pack members lives and well-being. As for where everyone is, they're likely at their own cabins or sharing their meal with others. I try to make it a point to have communal dinners with everyone several times a week. If those wolves... those men and women are willing to risk their life to protect the pack, then I'm more than happy to eat with them as an equal."
Chewing on his food, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Jake wasn't a fan of her drinking, but it wasn't a big enough of an issue for him to really say anything. It wasn't as though the beer would really effect them anyway. "I wanted a dinner alone with just you. Is that so wrong to want? I figured we could use the time to get to know each other better."