HARPER'S POV
I stared at the landscape behind the floor to ceiling window in our state of the art class.
“...and when the opposing pack comes for us,” the professor spoke, baring a glimpse of his fangs. I'd missed a better part of his statement and judging by the looks on the faces of my brothers, it was obvious they'd rather be anywhere else but here.
The older man continued, slamming his fist against the thick mahogany table. “We don't hesitate to show them we're the Lycans.” His gaze bounced between I and my brothers. “If there's one thing the Lycans live by, it's…”
“We don't spare out enemy.” All three of us muttered almost immediately.
His lips tipped up in a semblance of smile. “It's obvious you trio are ready to take over the pack.” It wasn't a statement. Maybe it was, but i
