Chapter 72

Leo's POV

I was leaning on my glass window and watching my pack members practice for the pack patrol event that will be coming up in two days.

"I'm just not happy about this year's event," I scowled, turning away from the window with my hands all in my pockets as I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding back.

I began to walk from end to end in my room with my arms crossed. Running a hand through my tight curls, I sighed.

"What kind of stupid tradition is this?" I hissed.

Just when I thought things were beginning to go my way, I have to equally deal with tradition?

I made a long sigh and looked at my wristwatch, and my rage became severe.

It's past 8 already, and the guard I asked to call me Mr. Eliot hasn't returned. I am beginning to get very impatient with him. What is holding them back? The man's house isn't far from here.

I went back to the window and carefully tugged on my shirt to see if I could see them c