TYSON
Thankfully, it was just my dad this time. He was at least semi-rational. My grandfather, on the other hand, was a total nutcase.
My dad was giving me an intense stare, his forearms flat on his desk, fingers intertwined. "So, care to explain why you had Trav load up a good chunk of our warriors and send them to the east coast for a battle that had nothing to do with us?"
"I'm the alpha. I'm allowed to make decisions for the pack now. Technically, I don't have to run it by anyone."
He let out a deep sigh. "Yes, but battles are a huge cost to our pack. We can't be making rash decisions."
"Why do you assume the decision was rash?" I cut my dad off.
"Tyce," he said in a very patronizing way. "What else am I supposed to assume when you don't even discuss this with your grandfather an
