Spencer strode out to the training ring, no sign of Kinley anywhere, thank goodness, and saw his son training with someone he wasn't familiar with and he looked like someone he should know. He shook his head. The time had come to talk to his son and ask some necessary questions.
"Sam" he called, and saw his son pale as he looked over at his father. How had he not noticed that his son was that frightened of him before?
"I just need to talk to you, son" he added, and Sam came over looking extremely reluctant, joining Spencer, who flung an arm around him and walked him inside the pack house, the man watching them curiously.
"What's wrong", Sam said nervously, and Spencer hastened to reassure him.
"I thought it best we talked alone in my room" he said softly, and saw Sam relax slightly.
