Liam
I was on the front lawn watching as members of my pack built the pyres that would burn the bodies of our dead. Two young people would burn this afternoon as their lives had been tragically cut short. I saw my father approaching and I noticed he had a grim look upon his face. He was about three feet away from me when he simply said, "We need to talk."
"Okay…" I said, not sure what was happening.
"Not here," he said, as he walked past me heading towards my house.
I followed him feeling a sense of uneasiness grip me. My father walked into my house and made a beeline for my office. When we entered the office, he said, "close the door, and take a seat."
I did as he said and said, "This brings back memories. It's been a while since you gave the orders in this office."
"Liam, we have an issue, and I need you to hear me out," he said, ignoring the remark I had just made.
