Xander's POV.
Shrugging on a plaid shirt, I walked over to where Theo was in the arena. Today was one of the many days when he sparred with his sentinels and, for some reason, I needed this.
It had been a few days since the rogues raided our territory, and my brother wouldn't even talk to me. But I needed to know, I needed to know what was on his darned mind.
When I finally made it to the ring surrounded by a bunch of males who cheered him on as he dealt some blows on the poor lad he sparred with, I scoffed, smiling from where I stood.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?” I chuckled.
The crowd suddenly went silent and they all shifted out of the way when I strutted forward. Theo halted midway, bouncing on his feet with a heaving chest as sweat beads tickled down his forehead
