Nico’s P.O.V.
I grunted as Jeremy’s body crashed into mine. My muscles were sore and sweat was dripping from my forehead, but I was not backing down one inch. I was taking this man’s ass down, no matter how good of a friend he was to me.
As usual, our morning consisted of having breakfast, heading down to the training facility, jogging a few laps, and then sparring head to head, getting ourselves stronger, and working on ways to fight in our human form. Not that I had a real choice in the matter, my wolf was still too weak to come forward, still too weak to shift. So, therefore, I didn’t have any other option than to fight in my human form, to grow stronger as a man, until my wolf hopefully one day would gain his strength back and would be able to resurface for good.
“Come on!” Jeremy
