Every morning, before heading off to the training ground to train the warriors of the Ironclaw pack, Leonid went for a jog. It helped clear his mind from everyday troubles and prepare him for the rather exhausting training sessions with some of the younger pack members who didn't quite follow orders as they should.

He knew that this week was the gathering of the clans, but his hopes had long been extinguished. After all, wolves without a mate who were over 33 years old either already lost it or they weren't even born, which seemed worse.

After the jog, Alpha Artem mind-linked him that some of the packs had already arrived and that they were sending their warriors to train with him, along with their Gammas. Knowing he had no say in it, he reluctantly agreed and went to the training grounds.

As he approached, he heard some yelling and saw two she-wolves beating another, lower-ranked wolf. Normally, he wouldn't interfere seeing as they were not of his pack but this was different. She was different. '' Mate!'' howls his wolf.

But, something else bothered him. Before he could think it properly, he marched over there, growling ''Leave her alone!'' The two she-wolves, who were up to this point rude, mean and just being bullies, backed away and ran as soon as they saw him.

He stood there, looking down on her and the words leaving his mouth were both the cause of his growing up, his household, and his view of the lower-ranked wolves. ''Moon Goddes deemed it so that I get stuck with a low Omega such as you... pathetic.'' he snarls. His wolf growls at his words, '' Why are you like that to our mate?''* but Leonid doesn't reply, keeping his gaze firmly locked onto the younger Omega on the ground. ''Next time, learn to stand up for yourself...'' he spat with venom before turning around and leaving.