~Damon~

“Hia!”

“Hia!”

Grunts and groans roared out from the training ground as I entered.

I took off my coat, wore my metal finger gloves and marched to where the men were training.

“Leave them to me,” I said to Xander and took over the training session.

“You! Are your bones dead?! You can't even move your damn body!” I barked at the clumsy one. He looked like a five year old pup would run faster than him. Fattening up instead of bursting his arse training.

Idiot.

“And you! Panting this heavily after one session, huh? Can you defend your territory in this form?”

Weaklings!

The thought that they are...