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“Take an initiate. Show them how to use a sword. Show them what to block. Show them how the rogues will come at them,” I said.
They nodded and paired off.
Hank grabbed a sword and held it at me, “Shall we offer a demonstration?”
I nodded and we walked to the middle of the group.
I circled Hank, my eyes on every step he took, where he placed his feet. It would tell me how and when he would attack.
Hank was big, almost as big as me, with precision and logic on his side.
I was instinct.
He was the best sparring buddy aside from Derik and Brax.
But Brax cheated with his shadows so I had learned to rely on the survival instinct in my mind that would always pick the ‘not dying’ option before I could.
It hadn’t failed me yet.
Hank swung and I blocked his sword.
And then we were moving over the field, sparring with our swords, blocking, attacking. It gave me a rush as I moved.
I lived for the fight, the prowess in surviving each attack. It was addictive and by the end, I was grinning, panting, and sweating like the others.
The initiates and warriors fought, each pairing giving instructions and tips.
I pinned Hank’s sword then kicked it away and placed the tip of mine at his neck.
He smirked, “That took longer than yesterday, Alpha. Getting rusty there,” he teased.
I grinned back and handed him back his sword, looking over at my mate who was defending herself well against Anetta.
Smart that Anetta had offered to fight her. She is the only one I would allow near my mate with a sword.
“I’m distracted today,” I admitted, tucking my sword into the tied belt on my waist.
Hank nodded, “I see that. You sure that’s a good idea? Letting her train?”
I frowned, “Why wouldn’t it be?” My voice was harsher than I meant it to be, but Hank’s tone was questioning and I didn’t do well with it.
Which he knew.
“Well, the initiates aren’t fully trained. If one of them were to accidentally hurt–“
“It would be the last thing they ever did,” I snarled.
Hank gave me a look.
Hmm. That was a good point. We couldn’t afford to lose a wolf to an accident. And it would happen if any of them hurt her.
“I can’t say no to her,” I sighed, hands on my hips as I watched Anetta’s blade get close to Lorelai’s skin.
My jaw clenched, an instant rage burning inside me.
Lorelai blocked it before it got her, but it had been too close for me.
“Switch!” I called out, and the pack rotated again.
Lorelai laughed with Anetta as they moved to the next part of training. Hand-to-hand combat.
Not fucking likely.
I stalked over to the station.
“Pair up. Spar. Block. You better know how to throw a good punch and block one by now. If you don’t, then you are going to be very sore for the rest of the day,” I smirked then went up to Lorelai.
She was already pairing with Anetta, but I shook my head at her.
“No way, Little Luna. I already let you wield a sword this morning. That’s enough fun,” I said.
She pouted as Anetta whispered sorry and moved off to spar with Hank. The little thing was agile and had speed on Hank’s bulk, so the fight was going to be a good one.
And normally I would watch, give pointers, actually train the initiates, but I had made a mistake bringing my mate.
Especially my heavily pregnant one.
She sighed and rubbed her stomach.
“Fine but only because I’m starving,” she admitted.
“And you didn’t mention that before now?” I growled.
She shrugged, “The swords clashing was loud enough to drown out the grumbling,” she laughed.
I shook my head, narrowing my eyes, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Not if I can help it,” she smiled then nodded to the school, “Looks like you have a fan club.”
I followed her eye-line to the windows of the school that faced the training field. It had been rebuilt well enough but was still rough.
The bottom level was usable anyway.
There were a bunch of teenagers at the window, mostly girls.
I waved at them and they all grinned, excitedly waving. I laughed and turned to Lorelai who raised her brow at me.
I shrugged, “I’ll always be mated to you, Little Luna, they know that won’t change as well as I do.”
“I’m not worried, I can handle a sword now,” she grinned, both of us knowing she was only marginally adequate at that.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom and then go find some food,” she said about to leave but I moved with her.
“Not without me, you’re not,” I said.
She looked over her shoulder at the training field filled with the defenders and future protectors of the pack.
“Don’t you need to keep training?”
I whistled at Anetta and Hank, “Can you lead?”
They both looked up from their fight panting, “Yeah,” they both said in unison then carried on.
“Nope,” I said, turning to Lorelai.
She smiled and grabbed my hand, walking from the field with me.
She was the only one that could get me to leave that field before training was over.
We walked the cobblestone paths slowly. I kept pace with her, frowning when she winced.
“What’s wrong?” I demanded.
“Nothing, just baby moving. Makes it tighter,” she grimaced, rubbing her stomach again. She had been doing that a lot in the last hour.
Maybe Derik was right and she needed more bed rest? I wasn’t exactly an expert when it came to childbirth.
Derik had read up on every human birthing story ever written. And then started on the wolves.
We passed the tavern where Juniper was yelling out an order for a patron. The smell wafted out and Lorelai paused.
“That smells so good,” she said, looking longingly at the bar.
“Juniper has food and toilets if you want to head in?” I offered.
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