MARK'S POV
How I hated this academy and everything that went on in it.
I wouldn't be here if not got my father's insistence.
“Only if you go to the wolves academy would I consider handling the pack over to you.”
Those were his words to me nine months ago. Hell, half of their instructors wouldn't even last a minute with the guards in my pack.
Tshhh!
All I had left was a few months and I'd be out of there.
But now, I had to go for a class I had absolutely no interest in.
“Eight AM, guys. Lateness won't be tolerated from anyone!” Dane had said the previous day in his usual husky voice.
Twenty minutes had gone by and I was yet to be in the class. Already, I could imagine how enraged he'd be.
His bulging eyes and echoing voice.
I didn't realise when I began to laugh. It was funny
