"Fight me Taylor." he repeated. "One hit. Just one and you can have the last bottle in here and rest for a bit."
"I can't fight you dad." I said. "I'm weak right now, you're more experienced. And a beta." I said matter of factly.
He raised an eyebrow brow, "I don't see the problem, I want you to do it. If you really want a drink, then you will."
"You're my Father." I said.
He raised his eye brows again "Do you want a drink or not?" He asked.
"Yes, I do." I said hoping he'd cave.
"Fight me." he said again.
Definitely not caving. "You're better experienced." I told him.
"You could get lucky." he offered. I scoffed, I couldn't even beat a bunch of regular ranked wolves, a bunch of kids my age. I had no elusions I could beat him.
"Do you want a drink?" he asked again with narrowed eyes.
"Yes." I replied. I knew where this was going but I didn't want it to.
"Fight me."
"No." I told him.
"Why?" He asked.
