Liam
“Liam, come on that’s enough training for the day,” my brother said, in a concern tone that I decided not to pay attention to. We were standing in the front of my father's house, the rest of the pack had turned in for the night but I was too upset with myself and my pack to follow, so I decided to take my stress out the punching bags. “Liam,” Dom repeated.
“I’m good you can go back,” I said, as I jabbed the bag, only I wasn’t good and my brother knew it. Sure in front of my parents and the rest of the pack I put on a front, but there was no hiding my real emotions from my brother. Sometimes being a twin sucked.
“You're not good, you already destroyed three punching bags and the bar on the bench press, which I still have no idea how the hell you did that when you were only lifting
