Chapter 40

TYSON

Thankfully, it was just my dad this time. He was at least semi-rational. My grandfather, on the other hand, was a total nutcase.

My dad was giving me an intense stare, his forearms flat on his desk, fingers intertwined. "So, care to explain why you had Trav load up a good chunk of our warriors and send them to the east coast for a battle that had nothing to do with us?"

"I'm the alpha. I'm allowed to make decisions for the pack now. Technically, I don't have to run it by anyone."

He let out a deep sigh. "Yes, but battles are a huge cost to our pack. We can't be making rash decisions."

"Why do you assume the decision was rash?" I cut my dad off.

"Tyce," he said in a very patronizing way. "What else am I supposed to assume when you don't even discuss this with your grandfather and me? We're the ones that have been running this pack while you're off fooling around with your porky skanks."

"Don't call them that!" I bellowed, clenching my hands into fists. I'd always let my fa