Xlynor's POV
We teleported to the black pit, an empty hall with no lights, no entrance, no exit — its walls lined with silver-coated thorns. It was one of the pack’s punishment grounds but in the pack.
Eryndor didn’t waste a second after we arrived, he yanked free from my grip then raised his fists in an attempt to throw a punch at me.
I caught his fist before it could land, then pushed him off.
He slid backward, missing the silver thorns by an inch before regaining composure.
“How dare you touch me and even bring me here without my permission!” he charged at me.
I didn't move, I crossed my arms behind my back, silently counting his steps. When he got close, about to hit, I moved out of the way, and then he tried again. I stepped aside just as easily, dodging his attacks.
I knew he
