Wolf Pack by Mary Beesley

Author:Mary Beesley [Beesley, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Monster Ivy Publishing

Twenty-five - Solitude

SUZA

Suza’s legs dangled off the edge of the wooden platform. From the height of the watchtower, she could see the smoke from the Draco Sang camp across the river rise into the cerulean sky. Xandra scouted from the trees west of the Draco Camp. The hawk sent Suza chilling reports of rapid battle preparations.

All the storm clouds had fled, and the Rugit River lost strength every hour as the rain swells diminished. The sun was well in the sky. Uriah had completely missed the sunrise. Apparently, he was not coming.

She got to her feet and dusted off her leggings as if she could brush away her mounting irritation. She hadn’t put on a dress since that first day in her fighting pants. She might never again. When she made for the ladder, a watchman stepped up and held out a hand. She ignored it as her foot found the first rung. She went down the ladder and marched along the neat rows until she came to Uriah’s tent. And Imanna’s—the mysterious girl who’d wormed her way not just into his tent, but into his heart.

Suza pulled back the door. She paused as her eyes adjusted to the shade. Uriah and Imanna didn’t so much as shift their focus off each other. Uriah shuffled forward, shirtless—that seemed unnecessary. His broad shoulders and thick muscles glistened with sweat. He held his practice sword poised for a strike. Imanna brought her wooden short swords forward defensively. Although she carried two blades, they were only a third of the length and width of Uriah’s massive weapon. Suza wished she had known Uriah’s hewan, Poe. At the moment, he greatly resembled a bear compared to the petite woman.

Imanna looked even smaller without her usual vests and cloak. She wore only tight-fitting leggings and a cotton blouse that looked like they might have fit Suza when she was eleven. As always, Imanna wore a scarf over her head. It was an odd fashion.

Suza opened her mouth to interrupt, but held her breath when Imanna darted forward. Uriah’s sword greeted her first, but with all her momentum, she knocked it aside, whirling closer. His hand came up as if to punch her in the side of the face, but he stopped his strike, letting her break his defense.

He huffed as her blunt blade slapped his side. A large palm wrapped her ribs. He pushed her back outside of her sword range, and then withdrew his hand from her belly. Panting and shuffling feet echoed.

As far as Suza could tell, Uriah let the woman have her way. However, Imanna still struck with surprising speed and skill. She held the blades with confidence.

Suza frowned. Since abandoning her Draco Sang training and becoming a slave over three years ago, she’d only had access to knives and daggers. She envied Imanna’s prowess with the battle weapons. Suza scowled. She was going to have to ask Imanna to teach her.

Uriah’s sword struck Imanna’s arm, but it had little power behind it.

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