Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 9

I finished my plate and my mother suggested that she and I go on and help with the crops. They were starting to sprout after planting and they needed fertilizer and weeding.

Cea was more of a warrior and after a few broken dummies and one destroyed training ring, she and I were no longer allowed to train together. So I spent this time alone in my thoughts.

I decided to go about my duties and pretend as though he was not on my mind at all.

Did I want him to come over with his gray eyes and ruffled hair and take me for a romantic conversation about the life we would build together…maybe. But I was not going to show it.

I grumbled to myself pulling out weeds for the better part of the morning, clearing a good portion of the first carrot patch.

I watered the crop and opened a bag of fresh fertilizer. The more you wanted to throw up the better it was for your food.

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I was used to the stench after years of working on the veg.

I packed it around the sprouts and mumbled to myself about what I was going to do to my infuriating male.

“Luna,” some woman called behind me.

I knew my mother was working on the tomatoes a few patches away from one of our larger yields so it needed wise attention. I paid no attention.

“Luna,”

Honestly, if he had said even one word. If he had sent flowers this morning. If he had shown some respite of decency for me 1 would not want to walk up to him and kick him right in the-

“Luna Annette,”

I looked over at two feet beside me. Huh? Luna, who?

I looked up at a tall long d*rty blond–haired girl with a pleasant round face.

“What?” I was stunned at this change of events.

*I would have to get used to that. I suddenly felt old and like I was supposed to be looking after a bunch of

rambunctious little wolves.*

“My name is Ella. I’m from the Northern ecl*pse pack. I’ve been looking for you all morning to introduce myself and see if you need anything.” she explained, smiling with her hands behind her back.

her. “You can just call Anna. I’m helping with the crops

she would tell me that he was ready

to return to the pack it

means packing. She wants to help me pick up my life and take it to my new land. *

at the moment,” I put my gloves back on and

Of course,” she mumbled.

tell me about your pack though,” I looked over my shoulder. “I don’t even know where it is,”

pack was in Yukon, Canada. They

the best and she was here with her brother Brain, another skilled fighter. They both

often. She explained she preferred to make clothes when it came

of their community. She told me of their sheep wool and the greenhouses for the ramie. This

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how sturdy her clothes seemed

finished my gardening for the day and

and we can spar with my training group,” I nodded, squinting to keep the sun out of my

second looking at

me up and down when she thought I wasn’t paying

as a small girl with a shapely figure I did not‘ look at all like I could knock someone a

I

unparalleled and my speed could no doubt match her brothers. This was also a good way for me to be level headed when my

my mate’s pack are like… And I’m sure you

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weight on her feet, probably uncomfortable that I had called her out for

I laughed and started walking towards

top…braided my hair and

up and walked into the ring to face me. Both of us

this before I had even become her

putting her hands up and furrowing her

members of my pack gathered around the octagon including

parallel to the floor and my other by

our way toward each other waiting for the other

side first and I blocked and brought my knee up. Which was way

I barked. “A real enemy is going to come at me with

strength the force moving through her b*dy as she launched her knee

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to my side and grabbed her knee, taking my leg and sweeping

one arm wrapped firmly around her limb pushing my fist into her stomach. In return. She