Max was annoyed at my suggestion; I could tell from the way his face morphed into a frown. He looked as if he would strike me with whatever he had in hand if he could.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked me, leaning over the table that he was making plans on, his attention no longer on the paper lying in front of him but on me.
I sat up once again, facing him fully without guilt or fear.
“I said, I would like to inherit my father’s pack and become their Alpha. Who knows how they’re doing right now? I’m not even sure they have an Alpha. What if they have been living like rogues this whole time?”
“So what? You think you can just up and head there and gain their trust all of a sudden? Remember that all of this happened years ago. A lot of them are either dead or must have forgotten. If a
