Chapter 137

Derek nodded at his uncle’s greeting with his face totally blank of any emotion. He didn’t want to let out that he felt like ripping the older man’s lips which he had used to laugh evilly at him, especially for sending his cousin after him, to spy on him. He just kept mute, while staring at the place which had been his home at one time, before the world had fallen.

He watched as his cousin answered questions about his pack and all the things that had been happening there, as if he was absent, as if he wasn’t there. He wondered why all the questions and its necessity to the betterment of his uncle’s pack. The older man didn’t even ask about his cousin had been faring. But he pretended like he didn’t notice. He just looked around the sitting room, the faded paintings, the rusty sculptures, and the worn out furniture, not really thrift worthy, but still a bit worn out. He wondered why it was this way. Why his uncle hadn’t been able to keep up and maintain the pack house which had