Liam's pov
The pack training grounds buzzed with energy, wolves sparring in pairs, grunts and growls mixing with the sounds of fists hitting flesh. I stood near the edge of the clearing, watching the younger pack members spar while keeping an eye on Pecan. She wasn't training, just observing from the sidelines, her arms crossed as she shifted uncomfortably under the weight of the stares thrown her way.
Paul was among the sparring wolves, his presence impossible to ignore. He radiated authority even as he sparred with Noah his son who basically acted like his second-in-command. I couldn't help but feel a stab of annoyance as I watched him, his strikes precise, his movements fluid. Everyone respected Paul. Hell, I'd respected him once too,until it became clear that he didn't deserve her.
