"Father," Jasper greeted as he stepped into the office. Derrick's piercing eyes met his son's.
"Sit down," Derrick ordered, his tone firm. "Where have you been?" he asked, his voice edged with suspicion.
"I told you, I was with a friend," Jasper replied casually, crossing his legs. His expression remained calm, giving nothing away.
Derrick studied him closely, searching for a crack in his composure, but found none. Frustrated, he leaned back in his chair.
"We’re launching an attack in a week," Derrick began. "I've gathered a pack of rogues to strike the Crescent Stone Pack. You’ll lead them," he added. Jasper’s lips curled into a faint smile.
"Alright, I can handle that," he said with ease. "Is that all?" he added.
Derrick gave a stiff nod, watching as Jasper rose from his chair and
