HAROLD’S POV
That evening, I found my parents waiting for me in the pack house living room. My father was clearly fuming because of my prolonged absence, and from what I could tell with a few of the pack teenagers I recognized from school, the school had been let out for a while. It was most likely they didn't find me for a while and thought something had gone wrong.
On getting into the room and seeing them, I began to rack my head for excuses that I could give that would let me off the hook for skipping school, but nothing concrete came to mind. I couldn't tell a lie in front of my father without him sniffing it out.
“Where have you been, Harold?” His deep voice thundered through the room, and I saw a few people leave the axis of the room for privacy. The Alpha needed to let out his an
