Alex.
My father stared at me for a while. It was obvious he didn't know how or where to start from.
" You can continue from the attack," I told him and he nodded with a sigh.
"I wish I had that golden light thing that you did during the attack on the night you fought Raphael. Maybe my story would be different." he started, trying to bring some humour into our discussion. I just smiled so he wouldn't feel like he failed at the joke.
His facial expression became serious and he continued to speak.
"They had studied my moves and tactics. They had help from within the pack. That, I am sure of, because of the way they kept communicating with themselves about me. They knew all my moves. They wore me out till I could no longer fight. Eventually, I was overpowered by them and they defeated me." he stopped and trailed off.
