Breakfast, as you can imagine, is not an enjoyable experience. It’s downright torture to sit with my packmates unable to contain their curiosity at my father’s sudden arrival. If I’d known he was coming, I’d have warned them and I’m sure they know it.

That the kitchen is small doesn’t help matters. As there wasn’t enough space at the table for everyone, my father ordered his enforcers and Moses into the corner, despite Mack’s assurance they could sit in the lounge or he could ...