Forest’s POV
The air in the pack gym was thick with the scent of sweat and the rhythmic sounds of fists meeting flesh. Brooks and I circled each other on the mat, both of us already drenched from the intensity of our sparring match. Each blow was calculated, each movement deliberate—we had trained together since we could walk, and by now, we knew each other’s moves almost as well as our own.
Brooks lunged first, his right hook coming fast. I dodged just in time, countering with a swift jab to his ribs. He grunted, but instead of stepping back, he smirked. “That all you got?”
I didn’t bother answering, shifting my stance as he came at me again. We were neck and neck, neither of us giving an inch. Every hit was met with a block, every strike countered with precision. But my patience was
