Wes’s POV
“Welcome home” dad says again as the door closes behind us, his office near filled to the brim.
Turns out business comes first as we go over our trip to the Lycans. And dad tells us of the matters of home.
Rogues.
Periodic rogues.
Injuries.
Bad injuries.
But thankfully no deaths.
I look to those among the twelve I left behind, each of them not meeting my glance and they know exactly what’s to come.
They were to inform me. I was very clear they were to inform me and yet there was radio silence.
‘What the fu*k happened?’ I growl through the link.
“I ordered them” my father answers the question instead, sensing my anger.
“They aren’t your wolves, just yet” dad says, slight smile in his voice, because they will be. . . Soon. Nothing standing between me and becoming alpha
