Thirty Seven

Micheal POV

Weeks had gone by and we still haven’t located my mate, she transported again after the last fight with the Marcus. I was frustrated and angry. I often found myself wondering what she is doing, does she think of me as I do, or she moved on? Her beautiful smile played in my head over again. My Lycan was pestering me to look harder but we have been doing so for more tan three weeks now. I made my way to the field to get in with some training but no warrior wants to get in the ring with me because I have a very bad temper.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn around to meet my sister Sandra, looking like she is ready to fight. She signals me into the ring and I enter.

Sandra is a skilled fighter so I don’t go easy on her. She is light on her feet giving her much advantage. I stagger when she manages to give me a blow on my face and a kick in the side, I clap for her victory but soon, I have her pinned against the wall, my hand in surrender.

“Aunt want us over for dinner to