RIVAL’S POV
I called it.
No fights. No errands. No pit.
The house might’ve felt like a cage some days, but for this weekend, it was a fortress. My ribs needed it. My head needed it. Hell, Thomas needed it too, even if he looked like he was ready to climb out the window the second I shut the blinds.
“You’re serious?” he asked that morning, disbelief dripping off him. “You? Skipping a fight?”
I sprawled on the couch, one arm thrown over my eyes. “Don’t sound so shocked, kid. Even wolves nap.”
“Yeah, but usually after they eat.”
I dropped my arm and glared at him. “You calling me hungry or violent?”
He smirked, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Both.”
I grabbed the pillow under my head and hurled it at him. He caught it, laughing, the sound echoing off the walls like w
