Arthur's POV
I was practicing swordsmanship with the male fighters in the pack while Jeremy watched. My movements were fluid, the result of years of training. Jeremy's keen eye scanned every strike, and every parry I made
I swung my sword, its familiar weight an extension of my arm. The clash of steel on steel echoed through the training grounds as I sparred with the pack's top fighters.
Jeremy watched from the sidelines, his eyes scrutinizing every move.
"Your technique's improved; I thought sleeping with different women and womanizing over these years would have made you lose your skill of fighting," he said as I disarmed my opponent.
I smiled, wiping sweat from my brow. "You know, sometimes I do wonder if we are brothers because the way you talk to me sometimes is quite funny. Do
