Hunter pov
"What the hell were you thinking!"
It wasn't a question. My dad didn't want an excuse. In fact, if I provided my thoughts I would only get further berated.
It was currently eight in the morning, definitely too early to be getting a scolding such as this. If only Alpha Keaton had waited a few more hours before responding to my email, then I would've been able to sleep in.
"I'm sorry, Dad."
"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time! We're now in deep s**t with the Crimson Wolf pack because you couldn't bite your tongue."
"He wanted to take my mate to be his luna. He had no right."
My dad rubbed the heels of his hands against his forehead. He always did this when he yelled at me. In the past, he's yelled at me so hard that he ended up giving himself a migraine.
"He had every r
