Asher
I followed my father quietly wondering what it was he could possibly want to talk to me about. Had he overheard my conversation with Cleo? Or was there something else I had done that he was pissed about?
I guess I would soon find out.
My father led me into the indoor training hall. It was a fairly decently sized room but the warriors preferred to train outdoors when they could, so they had more room to spread out. This room when filled with all the warriors became cramped fairly quickly.
My father pointed to a chair and said, “Take a seat.”
I sat down and waited for my father to take a seat. He didn’t. He remained standing and was silent for a moment. Then he said, “So, let’s have a little chat.”
“About what?” I asked.
“About what you see your future looking like in this pack
