Emma POV
"Stop worrying so much, Noah," I said to my brother, as I playfully tackled him to the ground. The soft grass cushioned our fall, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a dappled pattern on our faces.
"I can't, Emma," he responded, his voice filled with concern.
"I'm fine, Noah. In fact, I'm better than I have been in a long time," I admitted, as he rolled us around, his laughter echoing through the garden.
"You're getting stronger, Noah," I said, feeling a sense of pride for my brother.
"Yes, but that mate of yours, he gave me a run for my money," he chuckled.
"Wait, Noah, you have to be careful," I said, a tinge of worry in my voice.
"Don't worry, Emma. I won't break your mate," he reassured me. "But he is stronger than you give him credit for. He can
