LOGAN'S POV
I slipped into my custom made three piece suit, and looked at myself one more time in the mirror. Satisfied at my look, I headed out of the room. Family dinners were my worst so far.
It wasn't just the exotic foods, and the ambience of the lavish dining furniture, and golden light of the chandelier. It was more like an in-house politics discussion, disguised in branded wines, and steamed broccoli, enhanced with the rarest spices.
If father called for this, then it was serious. My brothers, and I already had a strict schedule this week. With the string of matches, and preparation for the final lap of the tournament coming up, it was going to be hell for us.
“You must show the citizens of the Mooncrest pack, you all are up to the task,” Alpha Faron's voice rang in my ears
