In the morning I wasn't even nearly as well rested as I would be after a night with Blaise. But someone chose to act like a little spoiled girl who finally heard the word 'no'. His childish behavior really got on my nerves. He wants to play that way. Fine. I can go back to ignoring him too.
After my morning routine I went downstairs for breakfast and right away engaged myself in conversation with Alpha Lance and his twenty-year old son Dwane, who will take over in the next six months. Old Alpha is visibly tired of his function, but between the words he mentioned that he doesn't think Dwane is ready yet for this responsibility, and even though I knew him very briefly he may actually be right, because Dwane was more interested in new cars than managing the Pack, to his father's obvious dis
