Leo's POV
Clark came to my room, letting me know the guys were ready for training. It felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders as I made my way out. Normally, Master was the one who trained the men, but with both of us being away, Clark had taken over.
When I arrived, I knew right away it wasn’t enough. The men were trying—they really were—but their movements were sloppy, their reflexes slow. If one of those things attacked while I was gone, they wouldn’t stand a chance. My chest tightened with frustration and anger.
I walked onto the training grounds, my boots crunching against the gravel. The men stopped what they were doing, sensing my presence. Their eyes snapped to me, nervous.
“You call this training?” I barked, pacing in front of them. “You think this is gonna save
