Clem stood at the outer courts of their pack house, looking steadily towards the entrance to their pack environs as if he was willing a person or something to appear through it.

'"What's taking them so long?" He muttered to himself, checking his wrist watch. It was almost six pm.

"What are you looking at?" He heard a voice ask, and turning a little to the right to see who was talking, he saw Leo watching him. His mind-guess hadn't been wrong. Only Leo had that type of deep baritone voice in their pack.

"Nothing really. Just waiting for them." He replied.

"Shane and Derek??" Leo asked, taking a long...