Sinclair's pov
I woke up to the noisy chatter from the maids outside and reluctantly got down from the bed to get ready for the day. I had important people to meet with today concerning my pack and my next rule so if nothing else motivated me to get up, this one really did.
The first thing I saw when I got down from my bed was Blair's portrait on my bedside table and I quickly turned it upside down. I can't let yesterday's incident affect anything I have to do today.
The weather was cold outside, so I had my bath and walked out in a monochrome two piece before heading downstairs, for breakfast at my father's house.
"Good morning young Master.." the servants paused and chorused as I strolled past them. I lifted my hand in response and walked straight to the dining room immediately I entered my father's own house.
"Father, mother, good morning.." I greeted and they replied with what didn't even sound louder than a mere mumble.