Crace’s POV I was doing some training in the backyard of the estate, when I saw my father in the distance. He seemed to be making a direct beeline to me and I hid my grimace. I didn’t want to deal with him today…in fact, I didn’t want to deal with him at all for the rest of time. I sighed and gathered my stuff. I slowly started to head towards the door when he called my name. “Crace!” My back to him, I thought it safe to roll my eyes. I turned and looked at him. “What is it, Father? I have important Alpha things to tend to. I don’t want the pack to think I am lacking in my duties…” I said, pointedly, using his words. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “Well, I would like to have a serious conversation with you about something. I promise it will only take a moment of your time.” H

