I entered mine and Colt’s room and closed the door. I let out a slight breath and leaned against the door a bit, letting my b***r go down on its own.
Scanning my eyes around the room a bit to take in the surroundings.
We only stay in this room occasionally outside of training camp, and that is only when we want a break from the pack house or when we want to spend extra time on the training grounds. Colt and I live in the pack house with our brother, and each of us has separate rooms there. But when it’s time for runs, we stay in the barracks for most of the duration of the run to maintain order. Sometimes we’re fortunate enough to get only a few troublemakers each cycle, but this one is going to take the piss.
I look over at my brother’s side of the room on the left; our setup mirrors
