KIERAN'S POV
"No, Celeste, thumb over knuckle," Ethan reiterated for the fifth time, adjusting his sister's fist. "If you punch like that, you'll break your fingers."
Celeste huffed, her lips forming into a pout. "Whatever, I still don't know why I even have to do this."
Ethan exhaled and exchanged a mildly exasperated look with me. "We've been over this before. With all the attacks on the pack, you have to get stronger. I indulged you in the past when you refused to train, but not anymore. We even came here to train in neutral territory so you wouldn't feel inferior to other pack members."
Celeste rolled her eyes. "I don't care. Training sucks. And I have you two strong Alphas to protect me anyway."
"Babe," I said, stepping forward. "You know Ethan and I will always protect you, but it's good for you to at least be able to hold your own in the event of the worst-case scenario."
