Gaia
I was starting to think that training consisted of a whole lot of laying down. Or, being made to lay down. That is, having my ass handed to me.
“Get up, Luna.” My sadistic sparring partner, a blonde she wolf named Nadia grinned down at me, hands on her hips. “If this were a real fight, I’d have gone in for the kill.”
“If this were a real fight-” I gasped, still winded from her kick to my abdomen, “I would willingly accept that.”
She rolled her eyes, tossing her long, strawberry blonde ponytail over her shoulder as she looked at Khason, who watched our every move. “What kind of Luna welcomes death? What kind of Luna lays flat on her back, letting her enemy walk all over her? Perhaps there has been some kind of mistake.”
