"Alpha Derrick, I don't think I can do this any much longer..." Kit, one of the three pups I normally train every evening complains as he tries bringing his chest up from the ground. The three pups have their palms firmly planted on the floor, face facing the earth, and their legs drawn together in a press up position. I tower over them, giving out instructions.
At Kit's words, the other two, Jace and Storm, snicker.
"You haven't even done up to five, Kit," Jace says.
"Such a baby," Storm sniggers, and starts making faces at him.
Kit groans, his eyes shut as he tried once more to lift himself. Sweat trickled down his temples, and while his determination is admirable, it's clear as day that he's tired.
I consult my watch and see that it's a little after four. It's also a Saturday eveni
