Emmett’s POV.“Keep moving, bob and weave, don’t give him a target,” my dad is screaming instructions, while my brother, who is twice my size, is trying to pound me into mincemeat. “Emmett, you have the agility, Edward doesn’t, move.”“Come on, little brother, you make this too easy!” Edward’s immense right hand makes contact with my face. I’m done.“Get up,” my father yells.I get back up, but honestly, what does Dad expect of me? Edward is huge, bigger than dad, the only wolves I know taller, are my uncle Liam and his twin sons; but, and this is a big but, no one has the muscular structure of Edward. He looks like two Alphas smashed together. Stealth is not his foray; he is more a brute strength kind of guy. Me, I’m still an Alpha. I’m 6’4” with a muscular build. Like the men in my family, I have dark curly hair and green eyes. I keep my hair short and styled in a romantic swoosh.“You know you could kick him in the balls, right?” My littlest cousin, Patty, says watching us. She’s 8
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