Joe wanted to lash out. To yell that he would never be caught dead with a daughter like her. A runt! Something that was nothing more than an embarrassment. He managed to catch himself at the very last second, closing his mouth just before the words on the tip of his tongue lashed out.
"Just go! If you came to mock me, you've made your point!"
"Tahra, I'm your father! Whatever I do is for your own good," he began to speak in as soft a manner as he could whip up. Staring at her, a little glad for the tears that were sure to obscure most of her vision as she gazed back at him.
"I care about you! Everything I do is to make sure that you don't get hurt. Do you really think the pack members will accept a woman without a wolf as Luna?"
"I have a—"
