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.

I dusted off my face and smiled back at her. “You can just call Anna.

holding my breath hoping she would tell me that he was ready to

to the pack it will take a day or two to return so I thought I’d help you

She wants to help me pick up my life

the moment,” I put my gloves back on

course,” she

tell me about your pack though,” I looked over my shoulder. “I don’t

pack was in Yukon, Canada. They were in the wilderness

brother Brain, another skilled fighter. They both had a very good sense of hearing and Brian was

she hunted often. She explained she preferred to make clothes when it came to providing for her

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

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clothes seemed and they were

and it was time to head back and

my training group,”

gaped for a second looking

style. I don’t want to disrupt your practice,” she looked me up and down when she thought I wasn’t paying

worry for me. It was true that looking at me as a small girl with a

also was trained since I was four. I knew how to attack a taller target and when to use my tiny figure to my

no doubt match her brothers. This was also a good way

pack are like… And I’m sure you want to know what I’m like,” I turned, drying my hands

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weight on her feet, probably uncomfortable that I had called her out for worrying about me and trying to

be fun,” I laughed and started walking towards the training house.

tank top…braided my hair and rolled it

face me. Both

to do this before I had even become her

asked me putting her hands up and furrowing her brows.

my pack gathered around the octagon including

one of my arms almost parallel to the floor

way toward each other

and I blocked and brought my knee up. Which was

come at me with everything they have and I want

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

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my side and grabbed her knee, taking my leg and sweeping it behind her other leg dropping

kept one arm wrapped firmly around her limb pushing my fist into her stomach. In return. She punched me in the