Nathan POV
I hit the mat with a thud, grunting from the impact.
My sparring partner wasn’t taking it easy at me.
Standing up, I swiped a hand across my forehead to wipe away sweat, then winced when the motion caused a burning in my arm.
Or maybe I’d just been too slow.
“You’re bleeding, Alpha,” my sparring partner, an enforcer named Mark, noted. He leaned his quarterstaff against his chest and put his hands on his hips.
I help up my arm, examining my forearm. There was a long gash, running from my wrist almost to my elbow. It must have happened when I tried to block his last blow.
It didn’t hurt much, but it was embarrassing. Like so many other things in my life, I had been neglecting my training and conditioning.
“It’s fine. We can continue.”
Mark came
