Leah's p.o.v

"Are you glaring at me?" The warrior asked in disbelief.

Yes, I was. I wanted him dead by a thousand silver knives.

Everyone in our pack knew the jerk very well. Bruce was one of my father's loyal underdog and one of the tormentors of the pack omegas. Despite being very skilled in training, he was a disgusting man who believed in dominating any rank that was below him.

Whoever he set his eyes on, he used to have them for himself. Be it the easy way or the hard way. Many ...