The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 371

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The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 371

His whisper is fearful yet h

back down close to him.

doesn’t fight causing me a lot of concern. I stop my actions to duck

“I promise you, this will be different. I know I told you I wouldn’t hurt you in the tub but I also

apologized for my underestimation of your injury. I’m not going to hurt you Cole. No one is going to touch you.”

He relents with a frustrated whine, wrapping his arms around the pad his head is laying on. Pat lifts the hem of his shirt, passing it to me as he reaches his limit.

Cole shifts his legs uncomfortably but otherwise doesn’t move or make a sound attempting to stop me. I pull his shirt up to just below his arms before gently placing it back against his skin. I go back to running my fingers through his hair along his temple. I can tell by his timed breathing that he’s struggling to stay calm with this level of exposure. Although both are shocked by what they see, only Patrick dares to make a sound.

“How old is he again?” Comes out as a whisper.

“Twenty–three,” Kreply before Cole has a chance to.

“This is old.”

He makes the same observation I did when I first saw it. Cole’s sudden, uncomfortable movements call my attention back to him.

“Don’t touch. You promised you wouldn’t.”

His whisper is barely there but it’s enough to alert me to what I’ve missed, Patrick’s hand is very close to touching the scar. I make a single loud click with my tongue, bringing Patrick’s eyes to mine immediately before looking down at what he’s doing.

“I’m sorry, Cole.”

He apologizes, embarrassed with his actions as he draws his hand back.

“Please don’t hurt him over me.”

Even Patrick pauses to look at Cole.

“It’s just a gentle reminder Cole.” I try to explain.

“Nothing is that simple.” He whispers.

“I guess not. At least, not with you.”

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I run my hand over the top of his head a few times before grabbing his shirt again.

“You have done very well with me tonight. Thank you Cole. Patrick, help me pull his shift back down. I don’t want the chill in the room to cause him any issues.”

I hand the edge of his shirt to Patrick who lays it gently down on his back.

“I do have a question for you.”

Patrick states as I give him my infamous death stare he conveniently ignores.

“It’s not about your back and if you’re uncomfortable answering I’ll understand, although I don’t think there’s anything uncomfortable about it.”

“Stop rambling and talk, Patrick.”

Annoyance is in my voice now.

“It’s two questions really.”

“Patrick.” I growl in warning.

“Sorry boss. Cole, are you a part of Red Fang’s warrior program?”

Patrick finally spits out what I’ve been wanting to directly ask.

“Your answer will not result in any type of penalty.” I reassure him.

“No. Dad wouldn’t let me after I got sick.”

“I didn’t think so based on your previous comments but that brings up my second question. How did

you learn to spar?”

He hesitates with answering this time.

“Cole, is something bothering you about the question?”

I ask gently as I resume rubbing his head. For the first time I notice that Julie is no longer beside Cole and I have no idea how long she’s been gone.

“I’m sorry alpha.” He finally speaks. “The question doesn’t bother me. It’s the penalties I have received in trying to learn that bothers me. Simply put, I watched them.”

“All your skills were learned through observation?”

Patrick confirms barely containing his excitement, causing me to cock my head in curiosity.

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“I will have to clean up my

are the highest among the

notes and do some comparisons but I do believe that your offensive kill

techniques I’ve been teach Spects that are still here. It would explain why I saw some of the

the others.”

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