Chapter 73

Six Months Later

I woke up that morning feeling like I had been hit by a truck. Lena’s fighting skills are on another level. She and I sparred last night because we weren’t sleepy. I have never come so close to having my ass handed to me. Only six months of training, and we are almost equal in fighting strength.

I laid in bed and stretched, groaning as I felt every single sore muscle. I reached to the other side of the bed and found my mate was not there. I did, however, smell coffee. Like a lifesaving elixir, I was drawn to it. But, first, I needed a shower and to get dressed.

After taking my shower, brushing my teeth and putting on a white tank top and light blue jeans. I put on my Nike trainers and went to the kitchen.

I poured a cup of coffee for myself and went to the living room. I walked out the front door and sat on the porch swing, with my coffee in hand, lost in thought.

Isaac stepped onto the porch and sat next to me. He put his arm over my shoulders and pulled me close, “Wh