(Drew’s POV)
“No! It is not happening,” I looked at my dad, the guy who is always cool under pressure. As he paced the Alpha quarters living room. He had been like this for the last hour, ever since we had told him and my mum the plan.
“Dad,” I called trying to get his attention
“I forbid it, as your father I forbid you to do this” he carried on pacing ignoring me.
I laughed “Dad I’m twenty-nine years old, I think I’m old enough to make my own choices”
“Not when they are likely to get you killed you’re not” he snapped back
I looked at my mum who was just sitting quietly, watching him as he paced.
“Mum” I said and she looked at me and smiled, “I have to do this, you know that right” and she nodded.
“I know Lille Ulv” she said, using my childhood nickname, the Norwegian for little
