LEO'S POV.
I sat at the head of the long table in the large dining hall, barely holding back the growl that threatened to escape my throat as I watched the Night Howl warriors around me. The bunch of kids that Alpha Elliot brought into my territory in the name of warrior training.
My fingers drummed against the edge of the table as my gaze zoned in on the warrior with a scar and a permanent sneer etched into his face.
He leaned back in his chair, the very picture of arrogance and disrespect, and even had the actual audacity to stretch his legs out, propping his filthy boots on the breakfast table. My patience was ready to snap, and it was all I could do to keep holding on to it as I continued to watch.
Archer stirred in my mind, growling in outrage. “They think they can act like this i
