"Come on, coach, just tell us," Scott said as he looked at the coach with a hopeful face.
The coach gazed at his puppy eyes without mercy. "McCall, stop it! Besides, shouldn’t you two know this, or isn’t Ashford that close to you?"
"Lucas?" X2
Stiles and Scott glanced at each other, then looked at the boxes of equipment.
"Why would he sponsor our team?" Stiles gave the coach a suspicious look.
The coach seemed offended by this and responded, "Maybe because he’s a patriot, unlike you two."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Stiles was even more confused; even the other players stopped talking and watched the show.
The coach wrapped his arms and lifted his chest up. "Everything."
"But-" Just as Stiles tried to argue, the coach whistled in his face. "Shut up!"
Stiles’ eyes were spewing fire. "Let me-" The whistle stopped him again, and the coach grinned at him.
"Hehe, get back to your place, Bilinsky!" The other players chuckled, and one particular one drew the coach’s attention. "Shut up, Greenberg! No one likes to hear that laugh!"
"Now get your asses on the field and win that match for your country!"
The players then started running towards the field, and Scott and Stiles could only helplessly follow them.
••••
In the depths of the forest where Satomi’s pack lived, there was now a sense of loneliness in the surrounding areas.
Satomi and an older pack member looked around in silence.
Then Jeff, the older man, spoke, "We must do something."
Satomi sighed as she observed the remaining pack members. "Do what? He didn’t force them to move."
"But...at this point, would this pack still be yours or his?"
A heavy silence remained after the question was asked. Satomi thought that she could lay low for a while, then get out of Lucas’ grasp, or at least flee Beacon Hills with her pack.
But now...the embarrassing part was that her pack members were slowly being corrupted by the benefits that Lucas was giving.
They practiced a Buddhist approach; they remained quiet in the forest, not paying attention to the outside world.
But that didn’t mean that the members didn’t have desires; many were afraid of what would happen if they set foot in the light.
That fear was slowly fading for her pack, and she knew it. Because in that light, there was a giant shadow by the name of Lucas Ashford.
A man who would strike fear in the hearts of his enemies, and reassurance in the hearts of his allies.
Now her pack had the sense of safety that she could never give; should she really meddle and bring them to their previous state?
She glanced at the board of Go in front of her and tried to move a piece, but a sense of dread filled her heart as she felt like a piece on the board herself.
One destined to move at the command of the player.
Satomi sighed and let go of the burdensome thoughts, then glanced at Jeff. "Let them do as they wish. Some of them are just kids; we are a family, not a prison."
Jeff gazed at her thoughtfully and saw that the fighting spirit that was previously in her eyes slowly dimmed.
His body hunched, then he slowly walked away.
••••
In the base, Lucas closed his phone after he had just finished talking with Steven.
Lucas was now searching for an alpha; he wanted to let Allison kill the alpha so that she could get the spark.
Of course, finding one in the surrounding areas wasn’t easy considering that he had killed six of them.
But it was something he had to do; he was even curious if after Allison becomes an alpha, he would get stronger.
Till now, he didn’t feel any huge increase in his strength. Lucas attributed this to the fact that he was already leagues ahead of other alphas.
Deucalion had to kill all of his betas and have a pack of alphas to achieve that strength. After killing them all, Lucas had achieved that as well, even stronger.
But once Allison becomes an alpha, he thought that would finally make a difference.
Just as he was thinking of this, he heard the sound of the TV get louder, and looked over and saw Malia only a distance away from the screen.
"What are you doing?"
Malia didn’t turn around and pointed at the TV. "I’m watching."
Lucas grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it at her head.
"Hey!" Because her face was almost touching the screen, Malia’s head hit the TV directly with her nose. She then turned around angrily and threw the pillow back.
Lucas caught it and ignored her pissed-off expression. "So, what is that interesting?"
Malia grumbled slightly, then glanced back at the TV and said only one word. "Murder."