Chapter 19
Kian’s POV
Watching my sister literally smash in Matt’s face had been cathartic, he fucking deserved it after what he did this morning. Fighting Galen had dragged on, we were matched on skill. Finally, they called it a tie, I accepted second rank because I was the younger twin. Our sister could have fought us to get the first Rank. Hell, we would have given it to her, but she didn’t, she accepted third rank. She told us it’s because she’s third born and liked numerology.
She was going to take the lead of her own Mountain Excavation Team, she’ll be finding the best places to mine, deducing how much to mine before it becomes detrimental to the Mountain, marking the places that need to be left alone with an estimation of how long, and seeing to the cultivation of already
mined spots.
Me and my brother were going to be enforcers, we planned to work our way through the ranks till we reached the top. We’re going to be entering the Pack’s entry enforcer unit for training after this if we can maintain our top Ranking through all three fighting exams. I look over at our little sister and she’s staring at her mate. He’s on the platform now. His moves are fast, fluid, and damaging. I wasn’t sure of him at first.
Then knowing what I know of Alora, and that he had stayed her friend through it all, started to alter my mind. But watching him out there assures me that he would be able to adequately protect our sister, solidifying my approval. I look over at Galen as he meets my eyes and nods letting me know he approves
as well.
Darien finished his opponent quickly and made his way back to his seat. There was a moment of cleanup before the next match would begin. I look up at the board. Alora’s Picture and her wolf, the name showed her wolf went by the name Xena. The look in their eyes and the way they posed spoke of power. She was a woman you could devote your life to serving.
It would be an honor to be assigned as this she–wolf’s enforcer. She was going up against a close cousin, Jaxon Mountainmover. The moment she stepped up on the platform and readied herself for the fight I could tell it was going to be quick. And it was, two hits was all it took. I look at my brother, he looks just
as shocked and amazed as I am.
As the crowd starts roaring in appreciation I hear my sister say “Oh shit.“” she looks at us. “Darien is supposed to fight her next” Her voice has a hint of hysterical horror. “Don’t worry little sis, they’ve been best friends forever now, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” She doesn’t look completely convinced. She looks up
and a look of confusion appears.
Looking up I see her mate looking worried and staring towards the reserve fighter class. I look in the direction he is and my stomach clenches. Sarah looks insane with fury, the kind of insanity that speaks of a rabid killer. “Shit.” that came from Galen, my sentiment exactly. ‘I’m worried for Alora.” my sister says. “I think we have good reason to worry about her,” I tell them both.
I look back up to see Darien texting, the worried look still on his face. Then he puts his phone away and seems to gather himself together, getting his mind back to what’s on the floor, the next match was between Mason and Jamison. My sister shakes me. “Look at Matt, he’s noticed too.” I look over and sure enough, he’s looking at Sarah. His fear is completely visible as he stares, and then he’s texting too.
After he texts, he looks at Alora with worry on his face, then back at Sarah with what I can only see as resignation, he gets a text back, and after reading it, his look changes to one of relief. I could tell the text was not from Sarah, she hadn’t stopped glaring homicidally at Alora.
I wonder what he was texted. It obviously had to do with Alora. “Hey after this match there’s a thirty–minute break. I think Galen and I should find Alora and stick next to her, Serenity you find Darien and both of you should come to join us.”
4:04 pm P
Werewolf’s Heartsong
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
