The next morning, having concluded the arrangement to set out on my journey, I left for my father's room first.
Just like always, he was standing there, facing the window, quietly looking out, holding his hands behind him. He looked so deep in thought.
I am pretty sure he is worried, not for himself but for us. And ever since our last deep discussion, I have come to understand that, the almighty hard hearted former alpha who is my dad, is a complete softy.
Behind the strong mind and toughness, is the intense care and affection he has for us. I have come to realize just how much pain he must have endured all these years.
I feel for him.
As I opened the door and stepped in, he was jolted back to reality at the sound of the creaking door.
He looked back and a deep grinned appeared, replacing the sullen looking face at the sight of me. But I could still notice the agony behind it.
"Good morning father" I greeted as I approached him.
"Morning son" he replied moving away from the window and
