Who: Dylan Barton-Dog & Alyssa Gardner Where: Facility Gym When: July 5, mid-morning What: Blowing off some steam Rating/Warnings: Sweaty, shirtless boy? IDK Status: incomplete
It was the Full that night and Dylan could feel the wolf desperately wanting to let loose, but he was worried. He had far too much energy and less control than usual, probably because of the unsettling events of the past couple of days. As such he'd taken the day off work just in case he'd inadvertently damaged someone or something. He'd been hyper-aware of Clint's heartbeat, scent, everything, so had pried himself from their bed early that morning and not returned to their room as yet. Derek's warning about biting or scratching in the heat of the moment sat at the forefront of his mind; the last thing he wanted was to pass this crazy-amazing ability onto his husband. If he even could when he wasn't an Alpha.
A suitably loud playlist provided a soundtrack to his workout, as he threw punch after punch at the heavy bag, making the chains rattle with the force of each hit. As the track changed to one of his favorites, he moved away from the bag and picked up his sword instead, careful not to touch the blade or quillons with his bare skin. There was a heavy duty weapons training dummy in the corner and Dylan almost apologised to it as he dropped his first blow.