Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 0303

- Josie -

Deep breath in...relax your shoulders...remember I'm the one in control of my own destiny. Bang! A direct hit.

I was leading weapons training in an hour, my nerves kicking in. I didn't care before, but knowing Jaxon would be watching...watching and ready to criticise at anything has made me slightly on edge. I decided to arrive at the meadow, the firearm's training location to give myself extra time to set up.

I also had to request weapons from the main armoury due to the number of guns needed just for training.

I had already set up a number of extra targets, my own attempt at ensuring that if the holder of the gun listens to my instructions, they would be able to make the shot themselves.

After tweaking a few targets, Lobo entertaining himself by chasing butterflies in the overgrown meadow, I place my gun down on the long table just as my mobile phone starts to ring.

I gasp out as Jace's name lights up...I reach for it immediately. As far as I know he hasn't called anyone yet.

"Jace?"

"Josie..."

"Where are you, are you okay?" My voice is fast, my need to know how is safe.

"Yes I'm fine, look I've left your car..." He sounds...calm, like he hasn't put his family through the wringer with his sudden disappearance. My relief at knowing he was alive being pushed aside by my growing anger at his audacity.

car, how could you leave like that. Everyone's been so worried about you.

"Jaxon what?"

"He..."

was going on with Jace, it wasn't fair to put Jaxon's recent attack on Knox

some time away,

"Re-evaulating what?"

he sighs out...I press my hearing but all I can hear

text you the location of the car." He says in

the phone, not ready for him to go silent on me again for who

""What Josie?"

"What's going on?"

to clear my

in disbelief as

should be able to find him. But it

maybe I should give that to him. But we are a team,

too damn hard to let Jaxon shut this training session down before it has commenced. "Ready?" Jaxon's voice calls out to

was calling to let me know he was safe and to give him space. Sticking by my decision, I turn with a large grin upon my face. Steadying that call within me to

...

for. The warriors do me proud as they hit on average 70% of

the defence of the borders is something that we should seriously consider. Even as I glance over to his withdrawn stance...pissed off would be a better way to describe him. He wanted this session