11. His Irritation

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I frowned, watching my father pace the room in anger, as I stood against the wall; chin up, shoulders back, hands crossed behind my back, ready and paying attention to whatever he might say.

He took his jacket and gloves off, revealing his burnt skin. The side of his face was burned too, but it wasn’t as bad as the rest of his body. People found him quite scary with his skin all raw and burnt. The burns didn’t look normal either, they had an angry red shade to them despite them being there since before I was even born. But father was still the best, the strongest and the most powerful.

"I asked you, men, to bring me the boy." Father hissed, staring at the four men who looked almost identical to each other, with their flaming red hair and pale orangey eyes. Power exuded from them, but it didn’t match father's, nowhere close.

"Alpha… we tried, but he wasn’t making it easy, the boy or this girl-"

"Did I ask you to talk back hijo de p**a?!