Henry
I spent the whole day training with Cooper and Kemy at the gym. Cooper seemed stronger than I'd ever seen, it was like all he needed was the right motivation to fight.
“Isn’t that what we all need? Those who fight without a motive, won’t ever win,” my wolf pointed out. Did he read that in one of those papers that come in Chinese fortune cookies?
“No! That’s my white-wolf wisdom. Come on Henry, I am a wolf! Even though I am a smart one, I can’t read,” he shook his muzzle at me.
Dismissing the furry-philosopher, I took a fighting stance, getting ready to launch at Cooper. However, a small whimper caught my attention and my eyes found my beautiful mate.
A smile formed on my face as I looked at Kemy moving fast, kicking and hitting the punch bag fiercely. My Little Spitfire was
