-Quinn-
A private meeting between Bruce and his father was never good, and I stood outside, waiting for my best friend. Unfortunately, someone came to find me. Lisa was dressed in her training clothes, and from the wet hair, it was obvious she was returning from her exercise. She smiled at me like a large predatory cat would, ready to devour me whole, and I sighed, annoyed.
“Not in the mood, Lisa,” I informed her.
“I’m surprised you aren’t getting an earful too, but of course, the Alpha isn’t your father.”
“What does that mean?” I inquired, only to hear Bruce shout on the other side.
“You can’t decide where I go!” he yelled, and I slowly turned from the door to Lisa, piecing things together.
“What did you do?”
“I think, just like our Alpha, it is in the pack’s best interest that you
