Piper

The next day was much the same, except I sparred with Quirin instead of his pack members. I enjoy sparring with him because he’s a scrappy, hard fighter and I don’t have to hold back.

“You’re definitely getting better,” he says to me.

“And yet, you somehow still manage to hold your own,” I say, ducking as he swings his leg at my head and punching him in the inner thigh before he can get his leg back down. “I learned that one from your daughters,” I say, grinning.

“I ...