Nolan had just woken up from a deep slumber and as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he remembered that there were matters to discuss with his father.
He quickly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. He had overslept a bit and since his dad was an early riser, he only hoped that when he got there, he wasn't already swarmed with work.
The truth was the pack politics was deep and ever since the boys became of age, the talk of who would inherit the throne and become the alpha of the Red Claw pack was a regular. It bred jealousy and hate and though the boys had promised themselves that they would never let such destroy their bond, it was hard to keep the promises they had made when their mothers wanted otherwise.
