Writer's POV

Karl and Jerome together with other fighters, stands by a corner...watching as their young alpha jogs around the field.

They're all worried about him as they imagine their selves being in his shoes right now.

"How about we join him?" Jerome suggest.

Karl scoffs.

"Are you crazy? Alpha wouldn't let you..." He trails off like he's trying to think about something.

"But we can't just sit back and watch him run 700 laps in two days alone... "

Henry sighs loudly.

"Henry, this is all your fault, you know?"

"How?"

Jerome throws an arm around his shoulders.

"If your boys didn't slack off, they would've catch whomever put...