Jason
I was waiting with my father in his study. His face was emotionless, like this was an ordinary day for him. We hadn't spoken a word to each other for almost an hour. He dropped his pen and slammed his hand down on top of it on his desk. "Speak." He commanded. He wasn't a man of many words, he never had been. Not since Alex died. "She's not ready, father." I vented my concern. "We've waited too long already. I don't give a damn whether she's ready or not. It's happening. That's final." End of discussion. It was worthless trying to reason with him when he was in this state of mind.
He stood up and went to another table in his study, laying the Sacred Book of Shadow Pack down. He opened the book and flipped through the pages until he found the one we were using today. Unlike a mating
