Chapter 7

Tyrion was seated under the specified oak tree, making use of his phone.

Suddenly, he felt a light tap on his shoulder that startled him a bit. How did he not sense that someone was here? He turned his head to see it was this hateful Phoenix. This guy must be full of himself since he beat him in the final match.

"You're here," Tyrion said dryly while still concentrating on his phone.

"What are you searching on the net?" Phoenix questioned.

Without glancing at him, Tyrion responded coldly. "None of your business. Just state what you're here for. I have to join my pack members soon. I don't want anyone to see me here with you."

"You loathe me?" Phoenix asked.

"*scoff* You already know the answer to that," replied Tyrion.

"Ok," Phoenix leapt and landed on the closest branch of the tree, which he then sat on. "I'll just speak to you from here."

Tyrion