(Santiago’s POV)
Bella and Ariana have been training with our pack. I like seeing that they want to take part and help. Bella is arguably an excellent fighter; however, I’ve noticed a few areas where she can stand to improve.
So, I invite her to join me for a sparring session.
She arrives ten minutes early. Her long hair is pulled back into a ponytail, out of her way.
She wears loose black athletic pants that sit perfectly on her hips and a long-sleeved, cropped shirt that shows only the tiniest sliver of her flat stomach. She's barefoot and steps up on the mat.
“You’re impressively strong,” I say. “There are just a few areas in your fighting style where I feel like you leave yourself more vulnerable. Are you ready?”
She gives a curt nod. I let her rush me first.
I easily evade
