Archer's POV

The scorching sun had gone down when I was done with training. I released a groan as I stretched my back. The cracking sounds from my bones were relaxing. I put on my joggers before heading into the pack house. 

Sweat ran down my chest, staining my trousers a darker shade. I flexed when I noticed some young maids staring. Squeels ran out in the hall and I chuckled to myself. 

"Beta Archer," I turned, paying attention to the guard that had appeared beside me. "Alpha Farrell requests your presence at this moment." 

I nodded with a frown. I wasn't in a mood to talk with my brother....