A TROUBLE IN THE PACK III

Derek barged into the pack's conference room in anger, and wasn't fazed at all by the look of disappointment that appeared on his father's face at his entry. He totally ignored it, thinking that his old man should have had it coming; should have known that he wouldn't be pleased with the idea of merging their pack with another, let alone merging with Arnold's, even if it was for ten seconds.

"Oh, if it's not my favorite nephew." He heard his uncle say, and scoffed. Surely, he would get back at him one day. He just had to find the right circumstance to do it.

"Hello Uncle." He greeted, trying hard to rein his temper in, his teeth gritting in the process.

"Hello nephew. Where have you been? We've been searching the whole area for you." Arnold said, with a smirk present on his lips. He could see his nephew's burning with anger, and it did him good that he caused it. The boy was too proud for his liking.

"I've been around." Derek replied, before turning away to greet his father.