Gregory Vinson was quite surprised by the alpha's exceptional stunts. He perhaps thought Lisandro was easy to beat as he lived in the modern world like one of us.
His face was difficult to recognize compare to what he was earlier. The wide, annoying grin on his lips vanished and didn't know how would he win against the alpha.
The werewolves he thought were a big help for him ended up being beaten and covered with bruises. With a single, quick strike, four werewolves kissed the ground unexpectedly.
Gregory was driven by anger. He then gritted his teeth and grasped the pocket knife as tight as he could. He stepped forward, throwing sharp stares at Lisandro.
By a single attack, he would cut the alpha's flesh. The way he moved his hands and feet, I knew he badly wanted to kill Lisandro. And if he succeeded with his evil plans, he would take away the popularity from the rightful creature.
