As I struggle to regain my footing, my eyes meet Michael’s and again Fenrir shouts. “Duck,” only this time it’s faster and my body responds to it in time.
Right as I duck, I can feel Michael’s fist grazing the top of my head. Surprised by this, Michael disappears and reappears at the other end of the arena.
“So you do have something in there? That’s good. I’m assuming that’s Fenrir telling you what to do, but the first time he caught you off guard, causing you to react too slowly, but you’re a fast learner aren’t you? That’s what I call your Lycan’s intuition. It’s the wolf inside, in this case Fenrir telling you what to do while you’re in control. When you were on the battlefield. When you lost control he had the freedom to act and react without influence or interference.”
As Michael continues to explain, all of my broken ribs snap back into place and heal with a loud crack.
Fuck I’ll never get use to that.
“You need to be in perfect sync with Fenrir, when you’re not you have to react to what he is telling you to do and just do it acting on instinct. If you do you will evade most, if not all, attacks and with training even counterattack,” Michael continues.
“Then let’s start round two,” I reply, regaining my composure, and slowly walking toward Michael. Stopping about five steps away and closing my eyes, I slightly relax my body.
“Duck left,”Fenrir shouts and without hesitation I duckdown and to the left. I feel his fist graze my right ear as a deafening creak rings out.
That sounded like a sonic boom that fighter jets make, did he really just break the sound barrier with his fist?
“Dodge left, back, right, down, right, left,” Fenrir continues to shout. Following his instructions to the letter, I dodge every incoming attack.
What is this? A cheat code sequence from a nineties video game. Left, left, up, down, A, B.
Fenrir’s voice gets muffled by my inner thoughts and a devastating blow hits me right in the middle of my back. All I hear is the sound of my spine snapping as I start falling to the ground and blood begins to run from my mouth.
Another blow connects with the right side of my head, driving it into the ground with so much force that a crater forms around where my head impacted, shattering my skull. Then he delivers a horrendous kick to my stomach, sending me flying across the arena destroying all of my ribs in the process.
I slam to the ground at Lucius’ feet.
“Apparently your listening skills are just as pathetic as your strength. Get this poor excuse for a warrior out of my sight before I kill him,” Michael shouts at Lucius.
As Lucius bends down and picks me up, the pain is so immense, as I feel all the different shattered and broken bones shifting and grinding against each other.
The rattling of bone fragments hitting the inside of my skull is almost deafening, with sharp stabbing and pulsing pain resonating through my entire body as my vision narrows and I black out.
Coming to with my vision blurred I notice I’m in my room. Looking around a familiar sight comes into focus.
“Hey there.” Frida’s voice sharpens my senses and brings her instantly into focus.
Sitting up a groan escapes my lips as my entire body throbs and aches with a familiar pain like a day after the gym.
“Not bad after the shape Lucius said you were in after your tutelage with Michael,” she jokes with a sly grin.
“How are you feeling?” I ask with a grunt, as I finally sit up.
“Just about one-hundred-percent back to normal and you better be careful, because once I’m back we have some business to take care of,” she energetically says as she jumps onto me, straddling me on the bed.
Leaning down she whispers into my ear, “I believe you owe me some more kissing. You said later, Evander… Well it’s later now, my chew toy,” she purrs, then moves up to my mouth with a smile on her lips. Her green eyes gleaming with amusement.
Biting her bottom lip, she waits for me to make a move. I shake my head and laugh.
“Oh really? We’re back to that nickname now?” I tease and she nods, moving her lips closer to mine.
“Yeah,” she whispers, then presses her lips to mine. It’s light, but I’m not letting her get away this time. I just had my ass handed to me and she almost died. Fuck, we’re in the middle of a war, who knows what later will bring.
Gripping her hips, I pull her down harder onto my lap, letting her feel what she does to me. She whimpers and kisses me harder, opening her mouth for my tongue to tangle with hers. I groan at the taste of her. She wiggles herhips, grinding down on me and I know we’re moving too fast.
She still needs to heal.
“Frida,” I groan and gently push her away.
