Antonio sat next to Gabriel and Rembrandt as Dane surveyed the she-wolves' training to acknowledge the progress made. Dane had gotten grumpier after Seraphina left the pack. There isn't a single day that the man isn't in a bad mood, if not drunk. Maybe it's his way of forgetting her presence and covering up his loneliness.
"All done?" Antonio asked when Dane got back to where they were seated.
Dane grumbled and lit a stick of cigar. "Bunch of weaklings."
The three immediately looked at each other with those malicious eyes.
"Weaklings? Or maybe they just can't match the strength of a woman you've been expecting them to be?" Rembrandt commented.
Dane immediately smacked Rembrandt on the head and turned to face the women lined up on the practice field.
He puffs a couple of cigarettes
