“My office, now.” My dad’s voice comes loud and clear through the mind link as I’m walking to the pack dining hall. My dad isn’t the biggest talker in the world, but even for him, that is a short message.
‘What have you done now?” Roan growls amused.
“I presume he is angry with me about something. I have no idea what?” He had to pull a lot of string to get me, Brody and Oli into the academy six months early and since then he has been stressing nonstop about whether we are ready for it or not. Luckily we only have another four days in the pack before we get to leave.
“On my way.” I reply casually. Since I decided to leave I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I know it’s the right decision. I walk into my dad’s office, that will one day be mine. My dad is stood pacing
