Chapter 143

The moment Isaiah left the room, he changed into his training clothes and made his way to the gym. When he got there, Hunter and a small team of warriors were already training. He could see some of them were fatigued by their lethargic movements, but no one dared say anything to him. A part of him felt bad, but ever since Alaia, he wanted his pack to be better in case of another attack.

Isaiah started his usual training. The good ole punching bag has been the only way for him to de-stress since she left. Now she’s back and she brought home a man. Just fucking perfect!

Lost in thought, Isaiah punched a hole in the bag and stepped back to take a breath. He couldn’t help but feel the lackadaisical spirit in his warriors accompanied with unnecessary staring and yawning. It was only making him even more irritated. He needed some peace.

“Alright!” he yelled, getting everyone’s attention as he walked about the room. “I can see how much you all love the extra training, but