ZANE'S POV
It was getting so close. The day we finally proved to the Glaciers who were freaking in charge around here. Ours was a never ending enmity, and we were going to fight it to the end.
For now, I was going to concentrate on training. Noah barged into the lounge, from the frown that crumpled his face, it was obvious something must've pissed him off.
“Where the hell is that dude?” He seethed through clenched teeth. “Where's Logan?”
My jaw clenched. Logan was becoming a pain in the side of my neck. “He should be somewhere around. I don't care,” I uttered, matter of factly.
“I knew he was a weakling who couldn't stand up for what's right, but—”
The door flung open, and Logan walked in. His face was tanned with sweat, his eyes said a thousand words, but his lips didn't utter
