The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372

Wednesday April 11th

(Patrick’s POV)

It’s been a week since Cole amazed me with his skills in sparring with Demetri. He truly is amazing. I was happy and relieved when I saw him the next morning. He was late but considering the night he had anytime he spends observing is welcomed by me. He only spends a few hours before lunch watching.

I left him be, pretended that I didn’t see him the first few days. Monday was the first time I approached him while the prospects were practicing the moves I had just shown them. He didn’t talk much and seemed uncomfortable with me being close to him but I kept everything neutral as f

talked with him.

My meeting with Demetri Friday allowed me to go over what I saw and how he compared to the others. As I expected, he was quite pleased with the results.

He spoke with me about testing Cole’s defensive techniques once his custom pads come in. They were supposed to arrive last Thursday but shipping got delayed before the equipment was declared lost and now we’re waiting to receive the second set due in tomorrow.

I’ve had to back track my group. Even though they are the most advanced in technique compared to the other two groups, I’ve had to bring them back to basics. They’ve all become lazy and sloppy with their effort and several of them have been hurt in the process.

This week has been a challenge as they have all become bored and surly. Most of them have straight up stopped listening and I’m beyond ready for the worst offenders, the ones who blatantly disrespect my every order, to pack up and leave.

Unfortunately we have a rule that only an unforgivable act will send these prospects packing. I’m already frustrated with the large group of thirty as I spot Cole walking up to his usual spot, his comfort zone far enough away that he doesn’t interact with the group but close enough that he has an unobstructed view of me. I found out Monday that he has no interest in learning from the prospects. His interest was in me and my techniques.

I smile as I check my watch. 10am. Demetri was right. Once he creates a schedule he sticks to it.

“All right lady and gentlemen.” I project my voice into the crowd gaining their attention from warm up exercises.

“I want all of you to grab your pads and partner up. This exercise is above the waist. I want to see hits with your hands only, no feet. We are practicing body movements. If your partner swings you need to duck. Meter your strength. Your goal is to work with your partner in such a way that you

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both learn fluidity. It is not about knocking the other one out. Any unnecessary roughness will be rewarded with five laps around the playground track. You’ve got thirty minutes to work up a sweat

Start now.”

Unsurprisingly, they barely move. Jamie and my only female in this group, Micayla, are the first ones to separate from the group and make a space for themselves farther away.

I’ve noticed that they flirt quite strongly with each other, reminding me of my time with Mandy. At times I regret not seeking out my second chance mate but for the most part I haven’t had much time to think about the loneliness that comes with being single.

I make my way over to Cole, refusing to repeat myself and taking the stance of asking Demetri if dismissal due to non participation was a possibility for the majority in my advanced group.

“You’re looking a bit rough today, are you doing okay?”

I ask as he truly looks like he’s in a lot of pain right now. As usual he remains silent but does manage to give me a slight shake of his head. I stand right next to him and gaze in the direction he appears to be looking.

As the crowd finally separates, wandering slowly over to their sparring gear and putting it on, I spot one of the pack’s pups in the distance practicing the moves he’s watched me demonstrate to the

group.

“Who’s the little?”

Cole’s question surprises me as our meetings out here usually has only me talking.

“That is beta Jackson. I’m close with his parents. His father is a warrior and his mother works outside the pack as a seamstress.”

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