Chapter 125

Elliot's POV

“You’re going to give the damn thing a concussion,” Dax remarked, leaning up against the wall in his garage. He parked in the driveway, so we could use his garage as a miniature boxing gym. We never really used it for boxing; just punched the bag a bit when things got shitty. We’d had big plans for it, but then everyone started meeting their mates and whatnot.

“It’s a punching bag,” I growled back at him, slamming my fist into the thing.

“Should I ask where Lizzy is?” he checked.

“Took Evan to the gym for her first class back,” I grunted, slamming my fists into the bag a couple more times. My form was shitty, but my mind was a wreck. “If I go watch her dance in front of a room full of strangers, while I’m this horny, it won’t end well for anyone.”

Dax snorted. “It’s Zumba. They’re all dancing. And in this town, they’re all women. Have you ever met a male werewolf who would be caught dead at a dancing fitness class?”

I glowered at the