“Luna, why didn’t you use a flat palm instead of punching him?” One of my warriors asks me. I turn to look at them and they are all looking at me, wondering why. “You saw how hard I hit him?” They nod. “If I had punched him, my fist would have gone through his body, and I would have killed him.”
I can do nothing but shake my head at Grace. “What?” “You were sparring with that Alpha, not competing against him.” She just shrugs it off. “He knew he couldn’t defeat me, but he was excited to spar with a Guardian. He thought it might be his only chance, so we had fun with it. Now he’ll get ano
Fear. I have never felt such fear in my life. I’ve been afraid many times. I was afraid when my mother started having her ‘episodes’. I was afraid when my mother died, and I was alone in the world. And I was afraid when I was being hunted across the country by Alphas wanting to force me into a mate
I knew Guardians were powerful. Every werewolf hears about the Guardians at a young age. There is a reason Alphas covet them. But, knowing they are powerful and actually seeing the results of that power are very different. Watching Grace take down nearly 1000 hunters all at once was mind boggling.
The ride home is long, made longer because of the stress of how the tournament ended. Thankfully, Grace is feeling better, and Cara and Angel agreed they are as well. That, at least, isn’t something I need to worry about. Our injured pack members have mostly healed overnight. Those that haven’t will
The next morning, I was feeling much more like myself. When Eli and I went down to breakfast, I saw immediately what Noah meant about the ‘sprite situation’. Leilani and Lolana were….tall. They still glowed like sprites, but they are walking beside Alexander standing over five feet tall if I had to
“What the…?” Victoria says in awe. I have to agree. I knew they were forest sprites, but I didn’t know that meant the plants would respond to them like this. When they return to us, they are looking over the garden happily. “How did you do that?” Victoria asks them. “Plants are living things.”
When Grace goes to check on the packhouse, I grab hold of my patience and head to the border. When I get there, I can see that there are a bunch of sprites racing beside the patrols as they run the borders. I can't tell if they're playing or trying to help. I walk up to the border. “Funichio? Fanel