Chapter 17

Logan's POV

"Come in." My father's voice resonated from inside the office, which will be mine in a couple of weeks.

I opened the door and entered. My father was sitting on his desk doing some paper work, a small smile played on his face upon seeing that it was me. I sat on the couch across his desk. It was made of very soft leather and was brown in color to match the rest of the office, several white and brown designed pillows scattered across it.

I placed myself comfortably between them before talking to my father, my glum expression getting noticed by my father.

"What's wrong son?" He asked.

"We have to do something about the New moon pack father." I stated flatly. "Other than me wanting to avenge my mate, I don't really like the way the alpha and the higher ups treat their pack members."

My father sighted deeply. "I know son, but that's none of our business. Drake is an alpha to a pack of two hundred, he has his own ways."