Jayden's POV
Shit. I cussed, taking another punch to the abdomen. I gritted my teeth, hating the fact that I was getting my ass kicked and I was sure Jake was enjoying every minute of it. We were currently in the middle of the forest where we usually come to do our sparing training and right now I was getting my ass kicked. He's so lucky that my full attention wasn't on the fight. I should have already pinned him down by now.
I managed to hit back but my thoughts were constantly evaded by Isabelle. I kept thinking about her and what she said earlier. She has a mate. So what? Why do I even care so much? No matter how much I tried, I couldn't concentrate on the training, leading to my sloppy and uncalculated movements. Luckily, I was a werewolf so the bruises healed up a second after they
