{Dennis's POV}.
It's been two days since the meeting with our people living here in Duskmoor city, and I needed to hit the training grounds.
Not just to stay sharp, but to clear my head and think of a way to deal with Gary on my brother's behalf.
And, truth be told, to watch a few of my brothers' warriors knock each other about like good little hounds. Always entertaining.
But when I walked in this morning, what do I find?
Gary.
Of course, he was standing there with a practice blade like he owned the place when, in the actual sense, he wasn't allowed to be here in the first place.
I stopped dead, blinked once, then grinned. Oh, this is too perfect.
The warriors had paused mid-spar. They were trying not to laugh, but I could see it in their eyes — a Carter boy, parading himself where he didn't belong.
"Well, well," I drawled, strolling over with my hands behind my back like I'd caught a rabbit digging holes in Draven's garden. "Look who decided to join the wolves today."
