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.

took off my shit–covered gloves. I dusted off my face and smiled back at her. “You can just call Anna. I’m helping with the crops right now but is there anything he needs from

tell me

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

packing. She wants to help me pick up my life and

I put my gloves back on and

Of course,”

over my shoulder. “I don’t even know where it is,”

explaining to me that their pack was in Yukon, Canada. They were in the wilderness

with her brother Brain, another skilled fighter. They

because she hunted often. She explained she preferred to

listened to the ins and outs of their community. She told me of their sheep

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how sturdy her clothes seemed and

day and it was time to head back and train.

can spar with my training group,” I nodded, squinting to

gaped for a second looking at

I’m not familiar with your training style. I don’t want to disrupt your practice,” she looked me up and down when she thought I wasn’t paying attention to

that looking at me as a small girl with a shapely figure I did not‘ look at all like I could knock someone a head taller than me on their ass.

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

was unparalleled and my speed could no doubt match her brothers. This was also a good way

are like… And I’m sure you want to

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her out for worrying about me and trying

fun,” I laughed and started

tank top…braided my hair and rolled

Both of us had our hands wrapped

had even become her

you sure?” she asked me putting her hands up and furrowing

gathered around the octagon including Charlie and James.

put one of my arms almost parallel to

our way toward each other waiting

first and I blocked and brought my knee

is going to come at me with everything they have and I want my

nodded and we circled each other this time I felt her change to use all her strength the force moving through her b*dy as she launched her knee at me and simultaneously

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knee, taking my leg and sweeping it behind

fist