Chapter 43 - Brandon

The afternoon is busy, full of phone calls and meetings with other pack matters.  I was placed in charge of identifying medics and locating the required medical equipment and supplies.  I spent the majority of the afternoon meeting with the pack doctor.

At 6:00, I’m standing in front of my father’s suite, which is soon to be mine.  I’m holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand as I raise the other to knock.  I would normally bring wine, but I have a feeling that I’m going to need the hard stuff by the end of the night.

Father answers the door, his face troubled and pale.  A small smile alights on his face when he opens the door and sees that it’s me.  “Come in, son.”

“Father, are you ok?”  We aren’t very close, haven’t