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.

my shit–covered gloves. I dusted off my face and smiled back at her. “You can just

would tell me that he

days to return to the pack it will take a day or two to return

wants to help me pick up my

I put my gloves back on and knelt to continue

course,” she mumbled.

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

was in Yukon, Canada. They were

brother Brain, another skilled fighter. They both had a very good sense

often. She explained she preferred to make clothes when

of their sheep wool and the greenhouses

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seemed and they were of good quality.

I had finished my gardening for the day and it was time to head back and train.

with my training group,” I nodded,

and gaped for a second looking

disrupt your practice,” she looked me

me as a small girl with a shapely figure I did not‘ look

trained since I was four. I knew how to attack a

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

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

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uncomfortable that I had called her

be fun,” I laughed and

into leggings and a tank top…braided my hair and rolled it into

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

not best to do this before I had even become

me putting her hands up and furrowing her brows.

the members of my pack gathered around the

to the floor

and we inched our way toward each other waiting for the other to move first.

and brought my knee

come at me with everything they

I felt her change to use all her strength the force moving through her b*dy as she launched her

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my leg

my fist into her stomach. In return. She punched me in the face.