Friedrich’s POV
The rays of the morning sun struggle to pierce through the forest trees, casting long, uneven shadows over the clearing where the pack has gathered. All their voices combined barely cut through the mess of thoughts swirling in my head.
Ethan was so damn close to dying last night, and then we somehow ended up in a stupid fight for dominance. Not that it was really a fight—he didn’t last more than a few seconds before I had him cowering and whimpering, but still, what a mess.
I rub the back of my neck and yawn with my mouth open wide. I'm still not certain if I'll partake in the morning training. Thorne and Cassian are sparring, their movements sharp and precise, the kind of precision that reminds me of what Ethan will be up against in just a few hours. My chest tightens.
