Whitewolf practically had to fight his son to get ready. â€œStop being so stubborn, you are wearing that if you like it or not.â€ He says to his son. Fang only rolls his eyes, â€œFine.â€ He says, since he figured there was no aruging with his father. He didnâ€™t see why he had to were a tux, he thought he was perfectly fine the way he was. While he was getting ready, the wolves were told to wait outside. They waited impatiently, occasionally one would whine, singaling Fang to hurry up. Once Fang was ready, he comes out of where he was getting dressed to face his father. Of course he really didnâ€™t look happy at all. â€œYou look handsome. Câ€™mon! Lighten up, this is your day after all.â€ He says to him. Fang only lets out a sigh. His father rolls his eyes, he wished that he wasnâ€™t being so difficult, especially of all days. â€œCâ€™mon itâ€™ll be over soon and you wonâ€™t have to wear it any longer than you have to.â€ Whitewolf says trying to plead with his son. â€œFine.â€ Is all Fang says, he sounded annoyed with his father. He hated when his father tried bribing him. â€œThe wedding starts in a few hours,â€ Whitewolf says. Fang nods, â€œI know.â€ He says to him. He just lets out a sigh and leans against a wall. He could tell that his father wasnâ€™t going to let him out of the house they were staying in until it was time for the wedding. â€œYou donâ€™t have to stand there, you can go into the living room and watch tv or something.â€ His father says. Fang only rolls his eyes, â€œI would rather go outside.â€ He says. His father shook his head. â€œI donâ€™t think so. You are stuck here until itâ€™s time.â€He says and Fang rolls his eyes.