Ash's pov
I was wiping the last streak of sweat off my face when Enzo’s eyes flicked toward us with that familiar glint. Calculating. Focused. Like he’d been sparring not just for exercise, but for evaluation.
We weren’t just brothers—we were his core. His pack. His army.
“Alright,” he said, tossing the towel onto the bench with a finality that silenced all banter. “That’s enough for tonight.”
Kale groaned and flopped dramatically onto the nearest mat. “Thank the moon goddess. I was about to start seeing stars.”
Atlas kicked him lightly in the side. “You always see stars when you lose.”
“I didn’t lose,” Kale grunted, flipping him off.
Enzo ignored the exchange, walking past both of them and toward the racks where his jacket was hung. He slid it on smoothly and turned to face us, hi
