“Oh, Alpha Lucas, you are getting weaker,” Timothy's chuckle echoed in the woods, sparking an undesirable amount of internal anger in Lucas as he tried to remain calm beside the stoned figure of Cornelius, “Is that how Alphas get old these days? Aging like milk? Is that the remains of all you got? Huh?!”
“Shut up!” The Alpha hissed in reply.
“Who are you for me to follow?! You could not even stand up. Have you been nerfed?!” Timothy retorted aggressively, “I did not expect this from you at all, Alpha Lucas. I am disappointed. I used to truly admire you, despite showing none of that adoration.”
“You are saying nonsense, Timothy.”
“This will prove to be your weakness, Lucas Sullivan. You cannot bear to see somebody else hurt, and they are slowing you down the same way that boy is curren
