Getting him back

Laurel Monterello's POV

I took a sneaky peek from the window as I watched my mate and my brother make their way into the training field. My brother had taken his shirt off at the entrance, discarding it at some female wolves that came to watch. They squealed in delight at seeing a buff man while I shivered in disgust.

That's my brother!

My eyes peeled from him to Tommaso who looked a bit flushed as he took off his shirt earning whistles from the forming crowd. Matteo whispered something to him and he chuckled. It seemed to lighten him, making him forget about the crowd. They were about to spar as they got into position when Lorenzo strut in, looking as emotionless as ever. With one swift move, his grey shirt came off. Mouths gaped at him as a conceited smirk made its way to his face.

He walked with the said smirk still etched on his lips. They spoke among themselves before sparring, the words too low for me to hear. They took their stance, Tommaso going for the first blow only to end u