Cassie’s pov
The next morning, the brothers and I had breakfast.
Bastian slid into the chair across from me and stole a piece of my toast without asking
"We have a show this weekend, here in the pack." He said with a grin.
I looked up in shock "A concert?"
"A political gesture," Darren said from the end of the table "Our father wants us to build goodwill during the visit. It could help ease the tension." He paused. "Specifically the tension around Kenny's complaint."
The toast in my hand lost its appeal.
I set it down. "So this is because of me."
None of them said anything immediately, and that silence was its own answer.
I couldn’t help but feel guilty. The triplets were having a hard time in the pack because of me.
"It’s my fault," I said. "The complaint, the inquiry, the form
