“What do you want?” asks Xavier in an annoyed tone. He is just as surprised to see them here as I am. He does not seem to be happy about it either. “Good evening to you too son,” says his father. Xavier’s father is incredibly intimidating. He is broad, muscular and very tall. He looks like he belongs in the army or some special forces. I don’t even know him, and I feel like I need to bow my head to him or shake his hand out of respect. But I don’t do that. He doesn’t deserve my respect. My respect is earned not given. He has done nothing to make me like him. If anything, I hate him. He chose his own pride over his own son. He rather have his own son exiled than see him dating a human. He also purposely lobbied against me, making pack members hate me and not support me. Look how the tables
