He gripped my hand and yanked it against his body. I sucked in a breath. His lip twitched and I could see his control wavering.
I quickly realized I would not be getting out of this.
"You go to our room or you will be taking care of this right he...
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Elora brushed her newly braided hair over her shoulder. She had bothered Lucas to style it while he ate lunch.
She pushed forward through the quarry and glanced at the wandering warriors.
Elora was idling through the camp, in her own world as she took in the people. She saw the training grounds approaching.
The witch squatted down as she observed. The Lycans trained more offensively than the Hounds.
In comparison, the Hounds liked to shift and use their flames as a line of defense. They use it to bait it the enemy and strike.
Compared to Malakai they were similar. Although, she'd like to say he was more adaptive, he took both tactics and combined the two.
She wonders who he learned that from?
Her eyes drifted to a woman. She narrowed her yellow irises in familiarity.
She was the woman from the rally. She had been the first to back Demetrius up and stick up for us. Elora hummed in curiosity.
Her arms slackened between her spread legs as she sat on her haunches. Her yellows eyes darted as she watched her shadow box and she smirked. Fun opponents.
Her dyed blonde hair was tied up and her fitness gear was all black.
Elora grunted as she stood, her joints cracking. She began to stroll towards her. Other warriors pausing to look the witches way before continuing.
Soon enough she saw Elora approach and slowly stopped.
The witch smiled brightly, trying to hard to be friendly. Even if it was foreign for her.
With one arm behind her back the other thrust in her direction. She held her hand out for a handshake.
"I'm Elora," Her yellow eyes glowed beyond her glasses as she introduced herself
"I know," she said before bowing briefly. "Nice to meet you Queen."
"Oh fuck- jeez. Please don't feel the need for that. I'm trying to make friends here," Elora rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.
Her dark eyes widened. "Spar with me?" Elora asked lightly.
"Of course. I'm Beatrice," she finally took the outstretched hand.
She walked towards a bag and took out tape. The witch smirked and began taping her hands up.
"Go easy on me I had a long night with a certain alpha," Elora winked at her.
Her cheeks flushed as she snorted. "Gross, Alpha Demetrius is such a stiff," Beatrice blurted before slapping a hand on her mouth.
Elora spluttered out a laugh. "You're right!" The white haired woman chuckled. "But he's a good alpha... and mate," She huffed embarrassedly.
