Franz’s pov
Emily hit the punching bag like a fury and with a devastating aim: four sets of direct punches, a right hook, and a rotating kick, repeatedly. She'd been doing that for at least thirty minutes, without even taking a break, and after a very tough warm-up session: it was clear that she no longer saw the red bag, but someone’s face.
Probably her parents, Xavier commented, answering my unexpressed question. His wolf appeared outside the large glass door of the gym, flanked by George. I suppose she told you what happened yesterday at the mall, with her father.
I nodded. Em had told me about it just before, while we warmed up a bit on the tapis-ruolant. It was clear as day that she had a lot of baggage she wanted to get rid of, so I just let her speak.
What a piece of s**t, I h
