Chapter 10 - Break or Stand
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The room stayed quiet for half a second after Elara’s words landed.
Then Rafe laughed.
The sound burst out of him hard enough that he had to brace himself against the edge of the table while several nearby wolves immediately looked away, pretending they hadn’t reacted.
“That,” he said through a grin, “might be the bravest thing I’ve heard all month.”
Kaia dragged a slow breath in through her nose, already looking exhausted by the direction the morning had taken.
“You encourage terrible decisions.”
“I appreciate confidence.”
“You appreciate chaos.”
“There’s overlap.”
Rafe pressed a hand against his chest like she’d insulted him personally.
Across the table, Rowan remained quiet, though brief amusement crossed his expression before settling back into his usual calm.
Thorne lifted his gaze toward Elara slowly.
His expression never changed.
That somehow made the room feel heavier.
“Elara,” he said evenly, “if you’re finished trying to entertain the entire room, we’re leaving.”
“I wasn’t aware basic conversation counted as entertainment.”
“You assume this qualifies as conversation.”
Rafe nearly choked trying to hold back another laugh.
Kaia pointed toward the exit before he could answer.
“Move before you embarrass yourself further.”
“That’s unfair.”
“It’s accurate.”
The exchange loosened some of the tension hanging through the room, though the attention surrounding Elara never disappeared. Wolves still watched openly now, curiosity mixing with caution whenever their eyes drifted toward her and Thorne standing together.
Thorne pushed back his chair and rose smoothly from the table.
The atmosphere shifted immediately.
Nearby conversations faded while movement throughout the room slowed almost instinctively around him. Nobody ignored Thorne when he stood.
“Training grounds,” he said.
He didn’t need to add anything else.
Kaia moved first, leading the way outside while Rowan followed beside her with the same steady composure he carried into everything. Rafe lingered long enough to flash Elara a grin before falling into step behind them.
Seren stayed near the back of the group while they crossed through the lower grounds of the territory.
Morning air carried the lingering scent of rain and damp earth while wolves moved between buildings preparing for the day ahead. Some paused briefly when they noticed Elara walking beside the Alpha’s inner circle. Others lowered their voices altogether.
Nobody welcomed her.
Nobody confronted her.
That uneasy distance between tolerance and rejection settled beneath her skin like a splinter she couldn’t pull free.
Her wolf stirred restlessly at the attention surrounding them.
The training grounds stretched wide beyond the main structures, packed earth darkened from the previous night’s storm. Weapons racks lined one side of the field while different groups sparred beneath the gray morning sky, movement and noise spreading steadily across the grounds.
Their arrival pulled attention almost immediately.
Elara felt it ripple outward.
People recognized her now.
Not because of the bond alone.
Because she represented Valamere standing inside Draegon territory.
Rafe stretched his arms over his head as they crossed toward the center of the field.
“This already improved my morning.”
Kaia glanced sideways at him.
“You say that every time somebody looks close to starting a fight.”
“That’s because those are usually the memorable days.”
“You desperately need better hobbies.”
“I have hobbies. You just hate most of them.”
A quiet breath escaped Rowan that sounded suspiciously close to amusement before his attention shifted toward Elara.
Unlike many of the wolves surrounding the field, Rowan observed her without suspicion lingering underneath it.
“Have you trained formally?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“What style?”
“Eliminate the problem quickly and leave.”
Rafe snorted loudly.
“That might be my favorite answer so far.”
Kaia ignored him and looked directly at Elara.
“We keep sparring controlled here. No shifting. No unnecessary injuries.”
The statement carried expectation rather than accusation.
Elara nodded once.
“Understood.”
More wolves gradually gathered near the edges of the field while quiet whispers spread through the growing crowd. Scrutiny built with every passing second.
Thorne remained near the outer edge of the grounds, arms crossed while he observed the crowd more than the sparring itself.
Even without looking directly at him, Elara stayed aware of exactly where he stood.
Rowan stepped forward first.
“We keep this simple,” he said calmly. “Nobody’s trying to make a statement.”
“That sounds disappointingly responsible,” Rafe muttered.
Kaia rolled her eyes.
“Elara,” Rowan continued, “focus on the exchange.”
She stepped into position across from him while cold wind drifted across the open field. Mud clung faintly beneath her boots from the rain while distant voices echoed around the training grounds.
Rowan waited until she settled before moving.
Fast and direct.
Elara reacted instinctively, shifting aside before redirecting his momentum away from her body instead of meeting the strike head-on.
A murmur spread through the wolves watching nearby.
Rowan recovered immediately and came again, quicker this time.
Elara adjusted her footing and slipped inside his range before forcing him to reposition.
The reactions around them shifted after that.
Earlier dismissal faded into sharper attention.
Rowan increased the pressure during the next exchange, testing speed instead of strength while Elara matched him movement for movement.
She noticed Kaia watching differently now.
Still guarded.
More attentive than before.
Like she was reevaluating something she hadn’t expected.
Rowan came forward again.
Elara pivoted cleanly, redirected his arm, and created an opening near his side before stepping back instead of taking it.
That caught his attention immediately.
So did the restraint.
The field gradually quieted around them.
Even Rafe stopped talking.
Rowan slowed first before finally stepping back fully.
“That’s enough.”
Respect sat plainly inside the words.
Elara lowered her guard slowly while movement rippled quietly through the crowd surrounding the field.
The atmosphere had changed.
Nobody suddenly welcomed her into Draegon.
Still, the earlier skepticism had started giving way to caution instead.
Rafe let out a low whistle.
“Well. That explains a few things.”
Kaia folded her arms.
“You held back.”
Elara glanced toward her.
“I wasn’t planning to embarrass your Gamma before noon.”
The corner of Kaia’s mouth shifted faintly before she smoothed the reaction away.
Then Thorne moved.
Nearby conversations disappeared while wolves throughout the grounds instinctively straightened as he crossed toward the center.
Elara stayed where she was.
Thorne stopped a few feet away from her, his expression unreadable.
“You’re finished already?” she asked.
“You looked comfortable.”
“That sounded dangerously close to approval.”
“It wasn’t.”
Rafe muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like:
“Definitely flirting.”
Kaia elbowed him hard enough to silence him.
Thorne ignored both of them.
“You adapt quickly,” he said. “That matters more than technique here.”
The statement landed less like praise and more like evaluation.
Elara crossed her arms lightly.
“And what exactly happens if I fail the evaluation?”
A brief pause followed before Thorne answered.
“Draegon decides you don’t belong in it.”
Silence settled across the field after that.
Nobody argued.
Nobody looked away.
And somehow the calm certainty in his voice carried far more weight than a threat ever could.
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