AUSTIN
"Austin," someone shouted in my head.
I groan as I move and look ahead.
I could feel Lou move in my head and grumble something, but I couldn't hear what.
"Austin," the voice calls out again.
"What?" I shouted but realized it was my father.
"Austin," he warned. "Don't shout."
"You woke me," I grunted. "What do you want?"
My father sighed.
"You need to start training the pack members in an hour," he said, "Then train the warriors a few hours after."
I stare at my ceiling.
What the hell?
"Why?" I asked.
"It's due to the barbecue," he said. "The barbecue will start around five in the evening to give everyone a chance to get themselves ready."
That was a fair enough comment.
"Also, on Monday, we will have some guests visiting," he said.
I was about to question who, but he
