Derrick slammed the door open, his expression tense, and found his son, Jasper, lounging on the couch with a game controller in hand.
"Jasper," he called, but his son was too absorbed in his game to respond. Frustrated, Derrick walked over to the TV and turned it off.
"What the hell?!" Jasper yelled, his face contorted with anger. "I was winning! Why’d you do that?!" he added. Derrick crossed his arms, glaring at him.
"I didn’t pull you out of that prison so you could sit here wasting time," he said sharply. "The Crescent Stone pack just raided one of our rogue hideouts," he added, his anger evident. Jasper tossed the controller aside and finally turned his attention to his father.
"I thought your plan was supposed to be perfect?" he asked mockingly.
"It was," Derrick replied, his voi
