s**t, this is going to be bad! He was so pissed when he left, I can only imagine what he had plans for. I was standing in front of the gym door, pacing. I really do not want to go inside and face him. I have full confidence I can at least keep up with him, but I will probably be leaving with a few bruises.
WACK! The floor flies open. I turned quickly as it startled me and I saw Wyatt standing there. His eyes were black, so at least he calmed down? His arms were folded over his chest and he was tense. “You have been pacing here for five minutes now? Why haven’t you come inside?” he said, clearly irritated.
“I don’t really need to train today.”
“Oh really? When was the last time you fought?”
“Um, when I saved your sister unless you forgot?”
His eyes went to slits, “I meant trained sma
