Amon's POV
"Father," I said, opening the door of Derek's study room.
"You've been away," Derek said. "And you didn't inform me."
I hadn't planned to let him know, but it seemed someone had told him.
"It wasn't necessary, you're always busy with other things. Thought it wasn't okay to bother you about something less important." I shrugged, taking a seat beside him.
He was always busy with activities involving our pack, always making arrangements, and possible allies with powerful packs. Of all these, the Crescent pack, the pack Leah belonged to, was also a pack he wanted to make collaborations with.
"Where exactly were you?" He focused his eyes on me.
His question sounded like an interrogation.
"Around our pack borders, checking out our soldiers."
But he shook his head, a wry smile appearing on his face.