Beryl's POV
Immediately the laughter came, my brother's face finally registered in my head.
“Gard?” I gasped and scoffed as I pulled the sword from his neck and smiled at him.
“Gard, really? All that skill wasted on you?” I asked as he laughed harder, holding his ribs and so gave a short laugh of surprise.
“I’m so sorry, Beryl. I really didn't mean to, but as I saw you walk out of the pack gate, I wondered what it was you wanted to go to check out, and so I followed you, but when I noticed you felt me behind you, I began playing that hide and seek game with you. You caught me, that's a smart one.” He said, hitting my arm, and I glared at him.
“And you think that's funny? I've wasted all my strength on you. That's not funny. How come I don't even scent you? You were always bad at that
