**Razor**
I arrived at the training ground to find my little brother, Cross, on top of a struggling Tara on the ground, with some people trying effortlessly to pull him off. I was surprised, knowing that Tara was fucking strong compared to many werewolves. Nonetheless, I was glad to see that Cross was getting stronger.
Immediately the members of my pack spotted me, they fell to their knees, bowing their heads to the ground in respect.
"You're all dismissed," I ordered curtly. They all quickly scrambled out of the training ground, leaving me with just Cross and Tara.
"Let go, Cross," I ordered, my voice cutting through the silence, but Cross shook his head, his eyes reddened with rage.
Drawing a deep breath, I ordered him to let go again, but he still refused. Now he's fucking trying my patience.
"Remember what she did to us, brother. Our parents died because of her." His fingers tightened hard around Tara's neck, causing her to gag.
