Garrick
The Alpha was spending more and more time outside of the pack. I could understand why he needed to be absent at times to run the business empire that fuelled our pack, but lately even his weekends were booked, and his absences unexplained and vague. Even the constant threat on our northern border was not enough to bring his attention back where it belonged. His pack, and his people.
Normally I would blame his half-breed brat for the constant distractions. Even though school had closed for the year, the kid still made constant unrealistic demands on his fathers time. Summer camp? Why the hell did the alpha’s son need to attend a human summer camp? If anything the kid should be at the pack, training how to fight and track and hunt, not at some school sponsored summer camp doing art
