Out in the fields, Gray and I were sparring and I was pretty much getting my ass whooped. We had gone through the basic morning exercises and now he was showing me some real moves. As usual where there was a fight between two werewolves, trust there would definitely be spectators of pack mates. The summer sun glinted into my eyes as I laid on the floor in defeat and bit the dust. Gray offered me a hand and smiled down at me. I stretched out my arm and he gripped mine powerfully as he pulled me up.
"Ah, you are picking up!" he said to me once I was back up on my feet.
"Oh please! I'm still getting my ass kicked and you're not even breaking a sweat."
He shrugged.
"Well, I'm pretty much the second strongest person around here. So don't beat yourself up if you feel like you're n
