Mistaking an Alpha for a Pimp novel Chapter 2

Gary POV

The cries of battle mixed with echoes of pain rented the sky, one would mistake it for a war front but it was just my pack's training ground and the cries are of those who are undergoing training. I hit a trainee with the cane I held and he yelped in pain, I scowled at him and he swallowed his cries.

I strode casually to and fro in front of them while they squatted, we'd been at it for hours and they had been in the squatting position ever since.

"To be a warrior means to overcome pain, be fine with pain, and become one with pain until pain no longer affects you, you may be a Werewolf and you heal fast whenever you sustain an injury but know that you'll be protecting the pack, your families and everyone you love and this comes with a sacrifice and every sacrifice comes with pain," I said and paused to see if they were listening.

"You will sustain injuries that will cause you to be scared forever but these scars are evidence that you survived, you must learn how to keep moving while neglecting pain, do you understand?" I screamed.

"Yes, Alpha!" They roared.

"Good," I said satisfactorily.

"You may change positions, be at ease," I added and they all collapsed to the ground. I chuckled seeing that they all were exhausted.

My beta walked towards me and I acknowledged her presence with a nod.

"They're young, reminds me of us when we were younger." Hannah; my beat remarked.

I chuckled.

"Yes, we were full of life and so are they, which is why I purposely chose to train them myself," I said.

"Very well." She replied.

I nodded my head and downed the cup of coffee she brought me.

"On your feet!" I ordered and all the youngsters sprang to their feet.

Hannah smiled and walked away, I faced the youngsters once more.

"We'd practice our swordsmanship, grab a sword, and choose a partner, we're sparring," I instructed and they all followed my instructions.

My sword was brought to me and I showed them a few moves and watched them practice it. I spent the next two hours correcting and helping the Seventy-eight youngsters who planned on joining the pack's defense team perfect their swordsmanship. I was about to proceed to the use of guns when my phone rang.

I growled and ignored the phone but then it rang again; annoying me, I checked the caller ID and gave the trainees a short break, I answered the call grudgingly.

"Hello, brother." A feminine voice drawled.

"What do you want Gloria?" I asked impatiently.

"Is that how to say hi to your sister?" She whined.

I chuckled.

"I'm in the middle of something Gloria, what do you want?" I said calmly.

"I need a Favor." She said.

"Proceed."

"I need you to pick someone up on my behalf from the airport."

I laughed.