Draven Fox

"Finally, he remembers I exist," My closest friend, Holden, taunted me without turning to look at me. He stood in a wide stance, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the warriors as they ran laps on the track field.

"Don't be like that." I punched him playfully on the side of his arm, earning a quick glare.

"Trouble in Paradise?" He curved his mouth downward briefly before returning his attention to the trainees.

"Who said there was trouble?" I raised a brow.

"I can read you like an open book, Draven. We are friends for a reason." He shrugged.

"I mean, since you found your mate, you went missing...