Helix's POV
Panting, I dodged another kick and lunged to my left, just barely evading my attacker. I planted my feet, preparing for another strike. This time I was ready, grabbing his leg and twisting as he cried out. A sickening crack filled the air and he fell to the ground, his knee twisted at an unnatural angle. I saw the pain on his face and I desperately wished I could help him up, but I knew better.
"Weak," my father muttered from the sidelines. "Disappointments, the both of you. Cory, that is your second strike. Scream like a weakling again, and I'll kill you myself."
"Yes, Alpha," my best friend muttered. He hung his head, but I was the one who felt guilty. He had asked to practice earlier this week, and I hadn’t wanted to. I hated hurting him. At least now that I’d snapped his
