His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 14

"You can practice with me," he gave a quirk of his brow as the corners of his lip twitched. I stepped closer to him, standing a few feet in front. I quickly pulled my hair into a tight braid, brushing the caramel strands away from my face.

I mimicked his stance, standing shoulder width apart, one foot in front of another. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded.

For a second we circled each other and I kept my knees bent and arms up, prepared for his attack. "Don't go easy," I warned. He just smirked.

He lunged for me, throwing his fist at my right side and I dodged. He seemed to anticipate this and aimed for my left which I just about managed to block.

His knee came up to jut me in the chest but I stopped him with my hands. His hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed my back so I fell on the ground.

I ignored the pain and watched as he was about to lunge for me, aiming for my throat and I rolled out of his way and scrambled up. He got up on his feet and began circling me again.

For a while it continued that way. He would throw punches and kicks and I would just about manage to dodge most of them. He did land a few good ones but I shrugged off the pain easily.

I was just getting started.

I had quickly learnt his technique and style which was rather predictable. He had a smirk on his face as he circled me again, but it soon slipped off his face as I dodged and dived his punches, twirling just out of his reach.

By now we had a few pairs of eyes on us.

And by a few I meant many.

After enjoying the satisfaction of watching his surprised and frustrated face, I quickly switched up from defence to offence.

As he charged at me, claws bared to dig into me, I dived between his legs, quickly flipping and standing up. Before he could turn around I had kicked the back of his knees with all my strength and jumped onto his back as he buckled.

My arms wrapped around his neck and he clawed at my arms, quickly falling onto his back to crush me between his weight and the ground.

I ignored my protesting ribs as I struggled to breath. His claws dug into my upper arms but I elongated my own claws and pressed them firmly against his throat from behind.

He tensed but relaxed, releasing his claws from my arm and I let him go. He sprung up from the floor and turned to face me with an unreadable expression as I still lay on the ground.

After a moment's silence, he smiled at me, holding his hand out for me which I took.

"That was impressive for a rogue. I didn't think you'd ever fight back," he chuckled. "You need to work on your form though, I can help," he smirked.

"You need to work on your moves. You're too predictable. I can help," I smirked back at him. His smirk widened even further and it looked closer to a smile.

Maybe sticking around wouldn't be so bad.

As I held the blade in the low light of the cloudy sun, I noticed how the colour changed from deep indigo to violet, depending on the way the light hit it. I pressed my finger along the blade and was surprised at how deep and smooth it cut my skin.

"That's a prototype," A voice spoke from besides me. I turned to see it was Vaughan, the pale man who had been quite sharp earlier. I learnt he was the pack gamma.

"It's beautiful," I admired. "Lightweight and quite sharp. Why aren't there more? I'm sure this could be an improvement from those heavy axes and all,"

He gave me a long look, his face unreadable as he gazed at me intensely with his light eyes. I was confused by his reaction. I thought my suggestion was perfectly valid and logical.

"I mean I'm not telling you how to run your army but-,"

"Luna this blade is made from wolfsbane," he interrupted. I blinked at him, not sure what surprised me more; the title he gave me or the fact that I was holding such a deadly weapon.

"That blade is made mostly of wolfsbane extract with some silver to give it strength," he continued. "Most of the wolves can't hold it for longer than five minutes without getting lightheaded from the smell of it," I furrowed my brows at him.

I held the blade closer to my face, taking a quick whiff.

Smell? I couldn't smell anything. Well I could, but it was nothing toxic or putrid. I could smell something strong and earthy coming from the blade as well as the metallic tang associated with silver, but that was it.