BLAZE'S POV
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"Dad," I snarl as he sits across from me at the long table. Two elders on each side of him, and his finger taps on the table top, slowly while he thinks.
"Don't dad me," the disinterest in his eyes makes me sigh. I don't know why he's not more interested in my ideas.
It's for the good of the pack, yet he continues to believe the opposite.
"I make sense, but what doesn't make sense is that you're trying to deny my request." I try to keep my temper under control, even though my blood is boiling.
"I'm not denying your request, Blaze. We are considering it." Same s**t.
"You don't want the pack to be safer?" I glance between them, and they all give each other a look, "Of course we do, but what you're doing is putting a lot of people out of business." Dad explains, and my j
