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.

meant no disrespect to Luna Annette, I just don’t care

her. “I’m going to go

in my head. Tasks that needed to be done, people who wanted to see me, projects I had thought up for the community,

go down and spar with warriors. Apparently, after my attack on the boxing bag, they

to spar with. They were adept at speed more so than I was used to. Luckily getting a

gym. People like to give a lot of shit when

blood, heightened senses, and instincts. Better agility, strength, and speed. I in particular was very fast and flexible so

have loved a long afternoon of sparring trash–talking with the warriors. You’d be surprised at Ella; she could

roast. Ella and Charlotte both had

I only had friends and acquaintances but it was a start. I didn’t need everyone’s love and admiration but I wanted to earn their respect. I wanted something more than waiting for a man who may never

his eyes fell on me

to me. He was also my protection if we ever left the pack so I was glad we’d

so I don’t think we’ll be the best of friends yet. He had left himself

do for a rub?” Ella asked, looking at

was the food. Other than that I had to order plates, silverware, and a mixer

simple,” I told her, bringing over a metal bowl to pour

into.

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

problem letting them win on potatoes. I grabbed the first chicken put a tablespoon of olive oil

a good groove Luna,” Ella smiled at me.

lovely it is to have you in the