Herrons rage

Herron was not happy on his trip back home. The moment he got into the backseat of his car, his driver could feel the tension and dark aura radiating off his back as he sat down. "Take me to the airport... now," he ordered the male driver, who said no words because he knew that it might lead to a harsh punishment from the already irritated alpha. So, he drove to the airport. As they arrived at the airport, Herron walked quickly into the plane, not caring if his son was still not on the plane yet. He could hardly give a flying fuck at this moment, not when Damon had disobeyed all his orders and duties, and not after he kept secrets from him. "Let's go home," he told the pilot, and soon enough they were in the air and back to the South Island of the Goldcrest pack. As he looked at the whole pack territory, his body jittered with anger and hate. He was angry that this might all soon be taken away from him just because the illiterate people that he hired couldn't finish their jobs well. H