Beauty Sleep - Chapter 30

Benson’s POV

I had heard talk that Dad had become unapproachable. Snapping at anyone who enters his study. The rumor is that the stress was getting to him.

I felt useless myself, throwing myself into my training. Punching things helped relieve some of the anger I had bottled up. The day I broke a finger, my dad called me into his study. I was taping up my finger when I walked inside. The place stank. Not even bothering to knock, “Anything?” I barked as soon as I entered his office. It would be the first time I saw him in a week. He looked terrible. He had bags under his eyes and appeared to be growing a beard. His clothes were baggy, and his hair was a mess.

“The trackers are struggling. The hunters keep going into human cities. Places where wolves can’t follow.” He tells me before picking up his chair and throwing it out of the window. I know how he feels. I picked up my chair and prepared to follow suit. When his phone rang,

It’s an ancient landline phone that has always been t