“How could you beat your sister like this, Skye?” Mom yelled at Skye, standing beside Dad.
“But this is what a challenge is about, Elara. Gloria challenged Skye for this match, not a spar. What do you expect from Skye? Just stand there and get hit by Gloria. For your knowledge, Gloria made the first move, and Skye just defended herself,” Dad said to Mom, his voice calm, his words calculated.
Mom shut her mouth as soon as my father opened his mouth.
She wanted to yell, but there was nothing that she could say here.
“Are you hurt?” I asked Skye in a whisper.
She grinned and shook his head slowly.
“B…. but I was only joking.” Gloria stuttered timidly.
“You mean to say that you took the training ground of the Frostebite Pack a joke, Ms. Ashford?” Dad asked her coldly.
I glanced at Glor
