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...