-PHOEBE’S POV-
"Everyone, gather around!" Peter called the group of us over, and we huddled around him on the two acres of training field.
He loudly chewed a bubble gum and Fiona reached into his mohawk to remove a grass straw from his black hair. Undoubtedly, it got there from the sparring sessions we had just covered. Lovingly his gleaming amber eyes stared at his mate. When she threw the straw away he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Typically, they were often affectionate.
On another note, today we were going to practice the new defense styles that we learned yesterday.
Though we huddled around him, we ensured ample space between us to avoid getting any hotter. The radiating sun challenged our resistance in enduring its brutal laser-like beams in the afternoon.
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