The sound of fists hitting skin echoed through the training ground. Kendrick moved fast, blocking and striking, sweat glistening on his chest. All around him, young werewolves sparred and practiced, some with crude weapons, others in wolf form.He landed one last hit, and his opponent dropped to the ground with a groan.“Good fight,” Kendrick said, reaching to help the young man up.The young wolf nodded, panting. “Thank you, Prince Kendrick.”Kendrick turned toward the edge of the field, wiping his forehead with a towel.Then he saw his brother standing there. He was near the trees, arms crossed.Kendrick’s eyes narrowed, but he stayed still.Rowland walked forward slowly. “Can we talk?” he asked.Kendrick looked around. “Here?”“No,” Rowland said. “In private.”Kendrick dropped the towel. “Fine.”They walked side by side into the nearby shed used for weapon storage. It was
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