As the dust settled on the training grounds, Alfa could be seen panting and bleeding through the nose.
Everyone was stunned, except Ronald, who was smiling. "That's all you got, Alpha?" He asked, mockingly.
Alfa spat and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "I was just distracted," he spat back.
The Alpha and beta were training after the meeting, and the Alpha was clearly losing.
Ronald reached Alfa's shoulders in height, yet he was swift on his feet. Unlike Alfa, he knew how to stay calm in different situations and plan his strategies way ahead of time.
Alfa ran towards Ronald and tried to kick him, but he dodged the attack and kicked him hard on his back, which sent Alfa flying forward.
"You're getting old, man!" Ronald mocked again.
During training, this kind of language was allowed because on the training arena, everyone was equal. Alpha's rule.
"Oh, fuck you," Alfa screamed, and out jumped Braxen, who charged with everything he had.
