#Chapter 109 Our Future

Logan After the humiliation from the meeting at her pack’s office, emily was hesitant to join me and my father in a meeting that he requested us to be in. I could totally understand her reasoning as to wanting to not go, unable to handle any more unpleasant words thrown her way or to hear another person, doubt her ability to run a pack. My father, though, is a very persuasive man. He simply would not allow it if emilie declined his invitation. It would surely start a new war between him and I, a war that I do not need. We hold hands under the table, our fingers laced together. We occasionally squeeze the other person's hand, trying to sit in the silence of the boardroom, patiently waiting for my father to arrive. Once he does, we greet him with warm, smiles and watch as he sits down across from us, his beta sitting beside him with a notepad and pen at the ready. The meeting begins as usual. I know how meetings like this can go, the way that my father can drag out even the small