Chapter 11. Picking Sides-3

"Yeah." Dad grunts. "To keep you off guard. He's a squealer. We can't have him causing a rift between the packs." "Pavel has always felt the Canyon Pack has never been included in things. When he was called upon last night, I suppose he thought about how he could use the situation to elevate himself." The two Alphas arrived minutes later, each accompanied by their Beta. The quartet were pleasant; even Jerome's cool demeanour towards me had warmed up. Light hearted conversation continued over breakfast; we dined in Dante's large dining room. It felt a little too formal. I could spot Marcia peeking through the doorway from the kitchen, with a pout. She wasn't allowed to join the adults. Pavel and Jerome asked me a whole host of questions. Apparently I had met them ages ago, when I was a child, at some sort of pack gathering. I can't remember a thing; being the daughter of a Beta meant I came across hundreds of lycans. "I'm glad you're happy, man." Jerome pats Dante on the sh