Arden POV
I punch the bag over and over again. Sweat pours down my face and into my eyes. I revel in the burn. Any pain is better than the ache in my chest. Falcon is still pissed at me. He believes I am a coward, but what right do I have to hurt the man I consider my brother? "She is meant to be ours," Falcon growls. "She can't be? You heard them claim each other." "Don't be a fool, Arden. We scented her before she even stepped through the door," he says.
He's right. The scent of wildflowers had me ready to jump out of my seat. My heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest when she called Thorn her mate. I felt like I couldn't breathe watching them together. "Besides, if she had truly been his mate, he would have been shouting it for everyone to hear. He barely whispered it. T
