Three days later.
Alpha's office,
Diamond Claws Pack.
9: 27 am.
...
"You requested my presence, my King," the Gamma, Sergei Treyton, stated as he approached the Alpha, who was outfitted in a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and black trousers.
"How are the newly shifted warriors faring?" the Alpha, focused on the names of the books on his shelf, asked his subordinate without looking at him.
The Gamma shrugged as he responded, "This is just their first month. However, there are three among them who caught my eye,"
"Oh?" the Alpha raised a brow as he stopped his search and turned, "Kids these days are slothful. Out of 20, only three caught your eye. Should I, perhaps, pay them a visit tomorrow and train alongside them?"
"Alpha, the kids are doing their best." Sergei defended, "Everyone isn't the same,"
"But you said it already yourself, their best is not good enough. 3 out of 20 is a total fail, we both know that. I want at least half of these kids to be strong and fit for their f
