We walk into the training room to find Stephen already there waiting for us. The door has barely even closed before Seth has his shirt off and both men are standing before each other, sizing each other up.
“Thomas is bigger than you,” Seth tells him and he nods. “You’ll have to be faster. He’s old, but he’s more experienced at fighting. Only one wolf has ever taken him down that we know of.”
“Who?” he asks and Seth tilts his head at me.
“My mate’s father,” he tells him.
Stephen's eyes become wide. “Alpha Randall fought him before?”
“No,” I tell him with a smile. “My biological father. Alpha Benjamin.”
Stephen just stares at me a moment, glancing to Seth a time or two. “I’ve only heard stories of him. He was supposed to be a good fighter.”
“One of the best,” Seth tells hi
