THIRD PERSON'S POV
The stench of sweaty bodies and painful grunts filled the sparse gym of the pack.
The last whistle went off and the sparring werewolves let go of each other. They were all in their human forms, and at the whistle, more than half of them fell to the ground, panting heavily.
"Okay, guys, that's enough practice for today!" Zach yelled, standing in front of them. "We meet again tomorrow. And don't forget to bring your A-game with you. Y'all botched your moves today, like some ten-years-old."
Murmurings erupted in the hall, and in turns, they all left, grabbing their stuff on the way out.
Zach grabbed his stuff and was on his way out when he glanced to the side.
"f**k, dude. I almost forgot you were still here," Zach said, heading to where he sat.
"I don't blame you,"
