Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Xena's POV

Martha's eyes widened in shock before narrowing again. "Logan!" she hissed.

I could see Dad's jaw tighten. "X," he said, turning to me. "Did you complete your chores?"

"Yes, sir. I did them this morning before school." My voice rose unconsciously.

Martha said coldly, "She's lying."

"No, I'm not!" I yelled back. "See?" I pulled out my phone, opened my email, and showed him the time-stamped pictures I'd taken of each completed task. "All done at 6:30 AM, before school."

"Looks like she did it." Dad nodded slightly. "What are you doing this evening?"

"Ama and I are going to run to the pizza place in town and have dinner there," I answered in a cold voice, unsatisfied with how he was handling this.

"Alright, have fun and remember not to be too late," he said flatly.

"By the way, Dad," I added, "the son of Alpha Benedict from the Boneash Pack is coming by the shop tomorrow at five for a custom job on his motorcycle. His name is Ryder."

Dad's eyebrows rose slightly and turned to leave. "I'll stop by to meet him."

Martha clearly wasn't happy about being cut out of the conversation. She followed Dad back inside, already launching into complaints about how I needed to be disciplined.

Logan lingered behind with Samuel and Leonard. "What did you do to piss her off this time?" he asked once Martha was out of earshot.

and she was already waiting there. I can't wait

"Running away isn't the

going to change, Log?" I countered. "Dad said you can't take over until you're twenty-five,

if your mate is here?"

the mirror. Not bad. "Well, I hope he likes to travel, because I'm planning to see the

much as I did,

do? A girl can only take so much, especially

Logan said,

it," I assured him, "But you know you can

that," he growled, his fists clenching

harder when we spar anyway." I grabbed a hair tie from the

not the same thing,

running shoes and gave him a sad smile. "I love you, bro, but I don't have any options. I need to go run." I hesitated, debating whether

into my room, already changed into her

nodded smilingly. "See

pizza place in an hour!"

through the closed door, I could still hear Martha's shrill voice complaining about me. I quickened my pace, eager to put as much distance between myself and her as

to take?" Ama asked as we stretched at the

place." The Center was the neutral town where

"Sounds a bit hard."

legs and the tension in my shoulders. But with each stride, the burden lightened. I increased my pace, Ama keeping up

until there was nothing but the rhythm of my feet hitting the ground, the burn in my lungs, and the beat of the music. Each step carried

and ten miles later, we reached the town, stopping at our usual lamppost-our unofficial finish line. We both hunched

wheezed, her voice raspy. "Feels... like...

bottle and grinned at her. “You've been having too many desserts lately. Next time I call

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