Winston's Pov
I and Elizabeth approached the training ground, a vast open field adjacent to the pack house, where Darius awaited us. As we drew closer, I had a feeling that today's training session would be far from ordinary.
"Hey, Darius," I greeted, obnoxiously as we got to the center of the field. " I Just want to remind you to be careful while handling your training. Do not let Elle get hurt."
Darius scowled in response, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I'm not a kid, Winston. You don't have to babysit me or tell me what to do." His tone was sharp, defensive.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I know you're not a kid, Darius, but this training can be dangerous. I just want to make sure she is okay."
Darius's jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might say somethin
