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<b>The Son </b><b>of </b><b>Red </b>Fang
<b>Chapter </b>371
His whisper is fearful yet h
back down close to him.
doesn’t fight causing me a lot of concern. I stop <b>my </b>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 <b>one </b><b>is </b><b>going </b><b>to </b>touch you.”
He relents with a frustrated whine, wrapping his arms around the pad his head isying <b>on</b><b>. </b><b>Pat </b>lifts the hem of his shirt, passing it to me as he reaches his limit.
Cole shifts his legs ufortably but otherwise doesn’t move or make a sound attempting <b>to </b><b>stop </b>me. I pull his shirt up to just below his arms before gently cing it back against his skin<b>. </b><b>I </b><b>go </b>back to running my fingers through his hair along his temple. I can tell by his timed breathing <b>that </b>he’s struggling to stay calm with this level of exposure. Although both are shocked by what they see<b>, </b><b>only </b>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, ufortable 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<b>.</b>”
Even Patrick pauses to look at Cole.
“It’s just a gentle reminder Cole.” I try to exin.
“Nothing is that simple.” He whispers.
“I guess not. At least, not with you.”
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I run <b>my </b>hand <b>over </b>the <b>top </b>of his head a <b>few </b>times before grabbing his shirt <b>again</b><b>. </b>
“You have done very well with me tonight. Thank you Cole. Patrick, help <b>me </b><b>pull </b>his shift <b>back </b>down. I don’t want the chill in the room to cause him any issues<b>.</b><b>” </b>
I hand the edge of his shirt to Patrick whoys 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 ufortable answering I’ll understand, although <b>I </b><b>don’t </b>think there’s anything ufortable 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 previousments but that brings up my second question. How did
you learn to spar?<b>” </b>
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?<b>” </b>
Patrick confirms barely containing his excitement<b>, </b>causing me <b>to </b>cock <b>my </b><b>head </b><b>in </b><b>curiosity</b>.
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“I <b>will </b><b>have </b><b>to </b>clean up <b>my </b>
are the highest among the
notes and do someparisons <b>but </b>I do believe that <b>your </b>offensive kill
techniques I’ve been teach Spects that are still here. It would <b>exin </b><b>why </b><b>I </b>saw <b>some </b>of the
the others.”
“Patrick, all skills are learned by some degree, by observation.”
I try to calm Pat down.
“The techniques that I saw Cole use tonight, the ones I believe he picked up from <b>watching </b><b>my </b>group, a lot of the prospects I’m working with have yet to figure out after four weeks <b>of </b><b>daily </b>observation and practice.
Cole has never physically practiced the moves and I’ve only noticed him watching my <b>group </b><b>once </b><b>a </b>week for thest four weeks yet he was able to execute them with seventy percent <b>uracy</b><b>. </b>
You are truly amazing Cole and I would love for you to get out of the pack house more. <b>Perhaps </b><b>you </b>can get through to these stubborn males of mine about their technique.<b>” </b>
“You want him as a trainer?”
I’m truly shocked by his change towards Cole over thest two months.
“If he’s picking up skills that quickly through observation, yes.”
Patrick is smiling, unable to contain his excitement towards the possibility.
“I hate fighting.” Cole mumbles.
“I know now isn’t the time to continue our previous conversation but keep an open mind. I will figure out a way to bring you back here after you have retrieved the items of value that you need. I promise you<b>, </b>once you’re here, things will get better but for now, we need to get you back to your
room.”
I watch as he gingerly starts moving his legs. I’m relieved to see the weakness from before has dissipated as he carefully picks himself up off the floor.
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