Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 21

It was almost the end of my first week here. I watered the crops every morning and went for a run afterwards. My routine gave me peace and I had found kindness in everyone I’d met. I would Charlotte whenever she needed me but there wasn’t much but one or two sonograms a week. I did get to see the pups once a day helping them to practice fighting, helping them learn archery, learning endurance.

With the young wolves, we were teaching them how to control themselves and how to turn when they wanted to. One mother was scared because her son was at the height of his anger turning almost every night, I had him run laps and work his aggression out in the gym. It seemed to do the trick.

I enjoyed my mornings the most, sitting and watering the crops and talking with the other wolves. Sharing stories and jokes, talking about what they might want for dinner. I liked to hear what they had to say since what we ate at our group meals was up to me. The pups had suggested we should have ice cream and brownies for supper.

“You know a good night of slow–roasted chicken doesn’t sound too bad,” a farmer suggested.

“I think that sounds good too,” my mouth watering at the thought. “But we should have roasted potatoes and sausages with them,”

“We’re lucky to have you luna,” he laughed and headed off to his tractor.

They made their own sausages here, made the ice cream, and milked their cream from their cows. They milled their own flour, sowed the oats, they wove the fabric of the clothes they made.

Elizabeth was teaching me how to make my own clothes so far I had made a simple strap dress. Square top and straight skirt with ties for straps.

She’d ruched the skirt by pulling a thread at the top of the fabric. I honestly thought that part would be much harder

“I don’t like chicken,” Jessica called to me.

Jessica was a warrior and farmer. She had been one of the women Grayson had thought to be his luna before his mother told him of me. I got the feeling she wasn’t a fan of mine.

“Is that how you speak to your Luna?” Elizabeth scowled at her.

I just don’t care for the taste,” she smiled sweetly.

going to go for a run,” I turned and went to the

time there with a run going over things in my head. Tasks that needed to be done, people who wanted to see me, projects I had thought up for the community, pups, and how they could train

down and spar with warriors. Apparently, after my attack on the boxing bag, they were excited to practice

They were adept at speed more so than I was used

give a lot of shit when

was very fast and flexible so I was able to get out of an opponent’s way in the blink of an

of sparring trash–talking with the warriors. You’d be surprised at Ella; she could lay a man

chickens ready for the roast. Ella and Charlotte both had offered their assistance and I gladly said

need everyone’s love and admiration but I wanted to earn their respect. I

when his eyes fell on me and the storm inside him raged. I know he thought I did not see it, but I knew he was actively keeping himself from opening to

who had warmed up to me. He

so I don’t think we’ll be the best of friends yet. He had left himself wide open and I went for the back of his knees then got him to yield. He shouldn’t have

should we do for a rub?” Ella asked, looking at the spices in my kitchen

Other than that I had to order plates, silverware, and

bit of paprika, keep it simple,” I told her,

into.

us to season. These birds were going to be slow–roasted for 3 1/2 hours. We would have andouille sausages with them and roasted potatoes.

them win on potatoes. I grabbed the first chicken put a tablespoon of olive oil on it and then

gotten into a good groove Luna,” Ella smiled at me. “I’m so happy that you’ve found happiness with the people,”

it is to have you in the office. Jessica is a pain