Timothy's POV

The territorial finals are playing on my TV.

I should turn it off. Should focus on literally anything else. Instead, I'm glued to the screen, watching Penelope lead Bloodfang to victory.

"Are you seriously watching this?" Sophia asks, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. "Your rival pack?"

"Know your enemy," I reply, the excuse weak even to my own ears. "Strategy."

"Strategy," she repeats, laughing without humor. "Right."

On screen, Penelope dodges a brutal check, spins ...