“I like her, I know that now, but I just can’t—” Axel couldn’t finish his sentence. Out of irritation, he drank his champagne. Uncle Trivon chuckled at his nephew’s frustration.

After a day of being with his Father, he is as tired as ever. It’s past midnight already, yet they’re still here in the pack mansion’s bar and drinking champagne. For his whole life, his Uncle has been his confidante. He would come to him for advice when he’s stuck in a problem or a self-crisis. ...