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.

smiled back at her. “You can just

hoping she would tell me that he was

myself. Alpha has said we will leave in two days to return to the pack it will

pick up my life and take it to my

moment,” I put my gloves back on

Of course,” she

I looked over my shoulder.

began explaining to me that their pack was in Yukon, Canada. They were in the wilderness between two rivers and

warrior, one of the best and she was here with her brother Brain, another skilled fighter. They both had a very good sense

told me how she hardly ever helped with the crop because she hunted often. She explained she preferred to make clothes

of their community. She told me of their sheep wool and the greenhouses for the ramie. This helped them to make fabrics and

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sturdy her clothes seemed and

and it was time to head back and

training

and gaped for a second looking

want to disrupt your practice,” she looked me up and down

was true that looking at me as a small girl with a shapely figure I did not‘ look at all like I could

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

doubt match her brothers. This was also a good way

be fine. I wanna see what the warriors in my mate’s pack are like… And I’m sure you want to know what

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uncomfortable that I had called her out for worrying about me and trying to deny me a spar.

it’ll be fun,” I laughed and started walking towards the training house.

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

ring to face me. Both of us had our hands wrapped which was customary for mock fights.

admit it was not best to do this before I had even become her luna but I was interested to

asked me putting her hands up and furrowing

few of the members of my pack gathered around

my arms almost parallel to the floor and my other by my

and we inched our way toward each other

my right side first and I blocked and brought my knee up.

at me with everything they have and I want my sparring

her strength the force moving through her b*dy as she launched her knee at me and

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and grabbed her knee, taking my leg and sweeping it

fist into