Fallen but never Forgotten

Chapter 4

Raven let out a long yawn.

She didn't get a wink of sleep last night.

It was approximately five days since she left Noble pack and embarked in this journey, leaving a letter for Mary to read, providing  the information about the treatment and Alpha Duke James.

Surely, a round of rants will be given if she were to come back, but Raven honestly doesn't mind if it were to come from the recovered woman.

The sun was nearly rising and birds were lightly chirping, the chapel bell rang but knights and dames were already awake, warming up in the training grounds which were wide enough for both packs.  

Weapons and training gears were lined at the side, probably blunt and for training purposes only.

A gray wolf bigger than a human arrived but the addicting smell gave away who the perpetrator is. Raven stared, leaning more against the bark of a tree etched with visible claw marks.

He shifted to his human form when he reached a platform, his eyes magnetic as it connected with Raven's.

"Greetings to you all. I am knight Nixon Thornes of the Castle, in charge of the Royal pack troops..." He looked over his audience but there was no emotion evident in his features as he continued on.

After the speech, there were a series of claps. "As a symbol of our camaraderie, may we continue the tradition of a spar. Can I call on the head of the Noble pack troops?"

"Dame Raven Flarring of the Depth Castle, sir, I am deeply honored to have this match with you." Her voice was heard and she bowed in respect, Nixon only nodded in acknowledgement.

She ignored the eyes set on her, both of them approached the open space in the training fields which resembled a clearing.

Amusement was clear in Raven's features as she sent him a smirk, for having never witnessed the knight's battle skills and only heard about it from her pack, everyone had regarded Nixon as the strongest and most regal knight in history.

The rules were then set by Marcus and the knight's very own right-hand man, but the situation was already discussed beforehand. It was expected that Raven would go with the tradition as explained by the Alpha Duke.

Both of them were given blunt broadswords. A light armor is already worn before they had arrived the training grounds. Either way, werewolves have the capability to heal faster as long as they don't get in contact with fatal substances like silver.

Her opponent sets his eyes on her. Raven judged the irony of the position she is currently in, facing her own mate. They were a few feet apart, the crowd surrounding them clearly watched in anticipation.

With a strong grip and proper stance, both of them waited for the signal.

Then the spar began.

Without the actual weigh of a full body armor, both of them had moved so swiftly before the audience had realized that their swords had emanated a loud sharp ring through the air, clinking against each other as they strike.

Their feet dragged from the impact and once again, they charged at one another.

The sparks ran up their bodies unbeknownst to the audience. Neither gave a chance for the other to think, it was the most intense spar the audience had seen with their knight and dame.They were engaged in a deathly dance yet no one knew who lead it.

Raven Flarring might be lazy but anyone who dared to challenge her had been proven wrong for thinking of her as weak.

They swung and defended, both feet withdrawing then moving forward. The adrenaline pumped in Raven's veins, her wolf felt a sense of pride to meet such a strong mate.