Fated

Chapter 4 - Constantine

“Argh!”

The small figure flew across the field a few meters, her hair whipping around her face. Caila didn’t bother checking on her and simply turned on her heel with her hand raised. There appeared a slash of wind as she blocked another trainee’s attack. The golden coloured wolf snarled and leaped, somersaulting in the air. The movement of his tail created a blade of air and it was headed towards Caila at a gratifying speed. She sidestepped as she drew a thin line in midair, creating herself a whip. In the split seconds before the blade had connected, she flicked her wrist, making the whip grab hold of the blade and she swung it behind with a little extra force, with the help of her wind. The blade came in contact with a light chocolate coloured wolf’s torso and he howled in pain. Blood began to drip. Down to the ground.

A whistling sound in the air came to her senses, causing her ears to twitch. She ducked down low as the wind slash barely missed her, the sharpness cutting off a few strands of her hair. Pulling her arms back to one side, she turned around whilst still ducked, facing the female wolf from earlier, and lashed them out. A gust of wind hit her, sending the wolf back once again but this time, knocking her out as the force of her slamming into the tree broke the poor plant.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Even with the three of you battling together, I don’t have to be in my wolf form to take you on,” Caila growled, her fangs bared. The three wolves looked down in shame. “This will be enough. Luther, go pick up Gina from that tree and take a breather. You too, Kyle.”

The two wolves, Luther the golden one and Kyle the chocolate coloured one, reverted back to their human states behind some trees before coming out fully clothed. Sweat glistened on their bodies and their hair was matted to their heads. Gina was still in her wolf when the men picked her up, her beautiful hazel fur dirtied by her blood.

Caila let out a sigh of frustration. She didn’t think it was going to be this hard… She had no idea when Andrew meant ‘train’; he literally meant train-them-till-they-can-master-it-without-fail-regardless-of-broken-bones. She rubbed the ache in her left shoulder, swinging it up and down, only to hear it crack repeatedly. “Damn my stiffness…” she muttered.

She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, finally annoyed at their interruption of her sight when she fought. Like the three trainees sweat glistened on her skin as well. They’d been training from dawn till afternoon with minimal breaks in between. It was only a week ago that Andrew announced the reorganizing of Moonlight Clash and since then, the pack was training like crazy. Everyday the fighters would be covered in blood and bruises, and yet the next day the wounds were gone due to a werewolf’s fast healing. Caila breathed out and looked at her trainees, feeling a small ounce of pride well up.

‘They certainly did improve. At least they can attack without the summoning time now,’ she rolled her eyes even though a smile broke out.

Elemental attacks required a significant amount of time to initiate, thus the many deaths of elementals during battles. Wolves chosen by elements were the most rare and greatly treasured, especially after the slaughter of their kin by a rogue pack many years ago.

“Caila, Lancelot still isn’t here,” told Luther, the worry for his twin showing in his deep blue eyes.

It was even more rare to have a pair of twin elementals.

“Didn’t you tell me that your mother wanted him to help her with the house first before training?” Caila questioned with an eyebrow quirked.

“Yeah but only with chores. He should have been done…” Luther trailed off in thought. “…About an hour and half ago!”

Her mouth hung open in shock. That man was supposed to be here that long ago? “Well, where could he be if he’s not here –”

Caila! Cailaaaa!