Damien's POV
“Hello, grandfather.” The doors opened and there he was, sitting pretty on the high chair in his living room.
Grandfather looked at me through his under eyes. “Is that the little son of mine? Hell, he is!” His hard voice resonated in the entire room.
Grandfather’s wing is almost bigger than the whole of my pack mansion itself. “How have you been, Grandfather?” I asked with a smile as I approached him.
“I am the same as you left me five years ago, you brat!” Grandfather queried.
I chuckled, “Your grandson has been dealing with the pack. I have no business here since you are here, right?”
“Well, that is true, but I think you are back here because you have some business to take care of.” Grandfather seemed to know everything.
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