“Dad, do you have a minute?” Donavan requests from his father, Alpha Desmond, standing in the doorway of his office. “Of course, son where’s your lovely fiancé off to today?” His dad asks and Donavan lets out a frustrated sigh. “Sara’s out shopping with her friends.” He admits closing the door behind him.
“Well, that's alright son, it's something she enjoys, and her father has enough money for her to do so. What can I do for you?” Alpha Desmond asks, setting his pen down, giving his son his undivided attention. Donavan passes over a letter sent from the Academy, advising pack leaders of the upcoming dance and offering them the opportunity to attend as chaperones. “How did you get this?” Alpha Desmond questioned and Donavan shrugged.
“It was delivered to my office.” He lies, knowing he
