I knew my dad was going to be furious as I rushed towards the meeting room.
He had sent someone to fetch me as soon as the guests arrived, but I was still fighting with my wolf Ares if I should wear the uniform.
In the end I chose to wear it. Not wearing the uniform would have much worse consequences for the pack.
The thought of the alpha not having a chosen heir when both his children were both old enough to be trained for the role would be taken as a weakness. It would show the other packs that we were vulnerable, and that was the last thing we wanted.
As I neared the meeting room, Ares began to pace in my head and it was driving me nuts.
I had to stop and lean against the hallway wall as I tried to calm her down.
She kept speaking in my head, but I didn't understand a thing.
'Ares, calm down.' I scolded her as she continued to mumble and pace in my head.
Our wolves lived in our heads and kept the same form as when we shifted.
