Jeffrey pov
I stood dead center in the middle of the training grounds, the thick, metallic scent of sweat mingling with the sounds of fists slamming against bags and bodies hitting the ground. Around me, pack members were at it—sparring, grunting, weights clanking in the background as everyone pushed their limits like they were in some damned battle. The boxing ring sat right at the edge, drawing a crowd like moths to a flame, all of them betting and yelling, watching gloved fists make contact in that brutal, rhythmic thud.
Across from me, Ryan was waiting. Seasoned, sharp, and a hell of a lot faster than most, he was known around here for his skill. But tonight? I wasn’t here to beat him. I was here to get beat. I needed to feel the pain, something real to latch onto, something that hur
