Desmond
Just as we talked about, I was staying in Verlice's vacation house to be my son's mentor while still doing my Alpha duties. Right now, I was sparring with Sander with the wooden sword.
"Is that the best you can do, Sander?" I mocked my son when he was attacking me by calculating my movements. "You are boasting that you can defeat me but I do not see a good result."
Sander frowned, annoyed at my remarks. But he did not let himself be distracted by how I was ridiculing him. In fact, he was focusing more on how to counterattack me.
Sander was excellent at dwelling on the wooden sword. It would be a matter of time before he would be holding a real sword soon.
To finish this sparring, I made a dirty tactic by tripping him with my foot. Sander fell to the ground and glared at me. "T
