Filed to story: Luna Graced Book by KristiferAnn Thorne
To hell with dying, this morning she wanted tolive .
Let me get changed, and Ill be right back.
She put on a long-sleeved crop top that fit like a second skin and a pair of tactical pants she stuffed into boots, then put her hair in a high ponytail.
She took a moment to study herself in the mirror.
She was a graced luna.
She was dying.
But she wasnt deadyet .
She joined the group outside, and after they did some warm-up stretches, Tory narrowed his eyes on her.
You know where the training ground is? Yes.
Okay, then, on the count of thr Someone yelled out three, and she took off running, leaving Tory flat-footed.
She glanced over her shoulder.
The entire group had taken off after her, but Tory was pulling ahead, legs pumping hard.
She tucked her arms, lowered her head, and increased her speed.
ROMAN Roman watched Abby crest the hill from the observation deck at the other end of the training grounds, Logan and Rye beside him.
Shes fast, Logan said admiringly.
She was more than fast, she was glorious.
Beautiful, strong, powerful.
When Tory began to gain on her when they hit the flat ground, she picked up her pace in a full-powered sprint.
Tory did the same.
Using the link, Roman sent out a change to the route.Run to the pole at the end of the grounds.
Without a seconds hesitation, Abby changed course, her arms moving so fast they were nothing but a blur.
Tory was still trailing as she grabbed the telephone pole, spun around, and met him on the opposite side.
Shed beaten Tory by mere seconds, but as the warriors walked it out, trying to catch their breath, Roman could feel how thrilled she was with her performance.
Forty-two miles per hour, Rye calculated out loud.
And Tory? Logan asked.
Forty point five.
Roman nodded and called out, Impressive, all of you! As the group walked toward him, Tory grinned at Abby.
Hey, I thought we talked about this at your house.
She smirked.
Thats why you lost.
You were too busy running your mouth and not listening.
Tory dramatically clutched his chest and fell backward onto the grass, and Abby threw her head back and let out a musical laugh.
It seemed impossible for anyone to feel pain, fear, or sorrow when Abby laughed, and as Roman felt the warmth of it spread, something began to settle inside him.
The warriors started to horse around like giddy teenagers, and Roman growled at them to stop.
Master warriors, he said.
Lets welcome Abigail Canaver to our training session this morning.
Shes the daughter of the esteemed Warriors Canaver from Pack Oru, so she comes by her speed and skills naturally.
She trained as a warrior from age eight, and as a luna from age fourteen to present.
He spoke with a sense of pride, and he knew the group felt it.
So lets show her what its like to be a warrior for Pack Luko, he ordered, and the warriors got to it.
Abby easily fell into a rhythm with the group and was soon outperforming most, if not all, of them.
He heard grumbles, but nothing major.
It was good for them to have some competition.
He and Logan watched as Rye instructed the group on their next set of drills.
Her speed is incredible, Logan observed.
Shes fast, yes.
Being graced seems to enhance all her skills.
And I think, given enough space, she could go even faster.
Logan chuckled.
Maybe she should be trainingthem .
Roman studied her formshe moved with athleticism and grace.
I want her to work with the elite group.
Alpha, Logan said after a pause.
My apologies for overstepping, but shes still so new to the pack.
And shes female.
Are you sure? Roman let out a warning growl, but eased off almost immediately.
Logan was only doing his job as beta, and he hadnt been privy to the conversation in the Oracles house.
The Oracle said something yesterday, he began, and I had a dream… He shook his head.
Logans expression remained neutral.
Would you like to speak privately later? Roman grunted and gave him a curt nod, then jumped down from the observation deck and walked toward Rye.
I want to see her fight.
Rye nodded, then ordered the warriors to take five minutes and hydrate.
Abigail! The alpha wants you to spar.
Choose a partner.
Tory! she called out immediately.
But the warrior grimaced and backed away.
Im not risking my spot on the elite team because she smokes me.
Unfair advantage! The group busted up in laughter, and Roman growled.
Get your ass in the ring, Tory.
Damn it, Abby! Tory grumbled good-naturedly as he took his shirt off.
Dont you want another chance to save face? She smirked and stripped off her own shirt, leaving her in a sports bra.
The warriors all moved a little closer to watch, and Roman could feel their anticipation and excitement.
He kept his own feelings tamped down, refusing to show anyone more than a blank face.
Abby listened to the rules, nodded her agreement, and tightened her ponytail.
She and Tory bumped fists then stood straight.
I wont go down easy, Tory warned.
One of the warriors blew a whistle, and within seconds, Tory was on his back with the wind knocked out of him.
Abby leaned over with a concerned look.
Are you okay? Tory growled and took the hand she offered him.
They bumped fists again and stood up straight.
I let you have that one.
But as soon as the whistle sounded, Tory was on his back again.
He jumped to his feet, lip curled and muttering to himself.
Youre talking too much, Abby growled as they circled each other.
You miss whats important when you dont listen.
Roman couldnt stop staring at her.
The glossy shine of her black hair almost hurt his eyes when the sun hit it, and her sports bra revealed not only the crescent moon on her chest but also the curving hint of her full breasts.
She moved like the predator she was, her muscles defined and taut.
Every step she took, every jab she threw, was clearly calculated, precise, and deadly.
Hed never seen a female move like that.
Tory lunged for her sloppily, and Abby spun to the side before grabbing him by the back of his neck and forcing him down in the dirt.
Elegance, strength, kindness.
So far Abby had shown the qualities befitting both a luna and a warriorand then some.
She was unique, and this fight between her and Tory was making this more and more clear.
When she let Tory go, he got up with a scowl and a snarl.
She answered him with her own snarl and a pulse of power felt by everyone there.
Smirking, Tory bent his knees, assuming a fighting stance.
So you wanna play, Abby? Roman sensed a shift in her, but before he could put his finger on it, she danced closer to Tory with a grin that had turned dark, fierce, and dangerous.
I thought youd never ask.
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