Adrian's POV
It's been a hell of a day with Harry.
The lad's already fascinated by Alpha power. He watches my every move, mimicking my stance when I train, asking questions about strength, control, and dominance. At five, he's strong-stronger than most pups his age. But power without control? That's a disaster waiting to happen.
"Focus, Harry," I say, kneeling beside him. He's trying to hold an energy barrier, his little hands trembling with effort.
"I am, Dad!" His brows furrow, and his eyes flash silver-Ares' mark.
The barrier flickers, then collapses entirely. Harry groans, stomping his foot. "Why can't I do it?!"
I chuckle, ruffling his messy hair. "Because you're rushing. Power without patience is like a blade without a hilt. You'll only end up cutting yourself."
Harry scowls,
