Nathanael - 612 years ago
I open the door carefully, hearing his hits landing on leather.
Stepping into my brother’s quarters, I walk through the arched rooms and descend a set of stairs to find him in his personal gym.
I smile, watching him train by fighting a replica of our sworn enemy hanging from the ceiling.
“Don’t you think you have abused the alpha king long enough? You will end up beating him to a pulp,” I joke, and my brother stops throwing punches, hugging the training doll with an exhausted smile.
“There is never enough for that bastard, Naynay,” he retorts playfully.
I can see that he is totally emaciated, and I actually fear that he will fall unconscious at any moment.
He doesn’t look like he drank enough, his body looking unhealthy and awfully pale, even for a va
