The rise of Luna Astrid

Chapter 9

Astrid POV

I was awake before my alarm the same as every other day, I sighed, knowing that I had to get off to training, I just didnt want to go. I knew the alarm was about to go off but I stayed there in bed instead, I rolled to my right and reached for my phone. There was message on the screen, I swiped to unlock it and it was from Tristan. 'Good morning beautiful, I hope your dreams were as good as mine' it read with a winky face to sign it off with. I giggled a little just as my alarm started going off, I swiped my phone to turn it off and quickly jumped into the shower, washing myself as quick as I could before pulling a pair of leggings on and a sports bra, I quickly picked up my phone to reply to him 'Maybe I can tell you about my dreams after training?' I flicked off the text message before running down stairs, grabbing my drink bottle and flew out the front door.

I quickly arrived at the training grounds, hundreds were waiting for my father so that training could begin, as I walked through the crowds I felt as though all eyes were on me, I heard murmuring and the word 'luna' a fair bit as I pushed myself through the crowd to the front. Steph spotted me from and ran to me, launching herself at me squealing, bringing me into a hug. "Oh Astrid, I'm so happy for you, I can't believe it, like a fairy tale", she says to me. "Steph, you're squishing me" I managed to grunt out to her, "It was, uh, surprising" I said to her. "You know considering what was actually happening that day," I said to her averting my gaze to the ground, the whole scenario still made my skin crawl, but I was thankful the moon goddess gave me the one man that Samuel was unable to challenge.

My Father arrived with Alpha Christian, closely followed by Tristan and Samuel. Tristan's eyes found my own, he left his father's side making his way towards me, he pecked my cheek and moved to stand behind me, snaking his arms over my shoulders, rubbing circles with his thumb. His touch was electric, it made me feel excited but also same and content at the same time. "I missed you last night" He whispered in my ear, his hot breath whisking past my ear and down to my neck, the hair stood on the back of my neck as I tried to control myself. "And I you," I replied to him with half a giggle, "But I need to focus, otherwise I'll end up with a few more bruises than usual". I slight growl was emitted from Tristan, I sent my elbow back towards him, catching him gently in the ribs, "This is what I was born to do, live with it" and with that I walked towards my father. He was explaining that we would be sparring today, and that himself and the Alpha would make it around to check form and offer advice. "Okay everyone, pair off, usual pairs please, lets go!" my fathers voice bellowed. Everyone turned to pair off and went to find their own space on the field.

No, not usual pairs I thought to myself, my usual partner was Samuel, Alpha Christian thought that sparring with someone like me would motivate his son to work harder because in his own words, 'no beta would want to be beaten by a girl'. It however never motivated Samuel, I quickly walked to me father "Can't I have a different partner, please" I begged, "I'll talk to Alpha Christian about it later, but just for today, please oblige" he said to me calmly, "If anything is amiss let me know, and we'll find you someone else". I nodded and accepted his reasoning, I made my way over to our usual spot where Samuel was already standing, looking at me like I was something to eat, maybe if he was as enthusiastic about training as he was about me, then he'd be up to the standard that he should be at. "Hello princess," he said to me with a grin, It made me uneasy, like he was plotting something but I chose to ignore it. "Let's get to it Samuel, some of us have place to be today" I said to him as I took my fighting stance.

Samuel was always lazy when it came to fighting, I didn't know whether he was just putting it on so that his father would continue with this private tutoring charade, or whether he just genuinely wasn't interested in learning or protecting this pack to the highest of standards. He took his stance across from me and as per usual he struck first, he lunged forward at me, lazily throwing his leg forward to close the space, I ducked under his extended arm and proceeded to kick his leg out from underneath him, landing him on the floor. "Come on Sam, this isn't a joke, can you just be here and do this properly" I said to him, very aware that Tristan was watching from a distance with intent. Samuel said nothing, just dragged himself off the ground and went again, we fell into our normal routine of him throwing punches and kicks and me just blocking them. This went on for 20 minutes and I could see that he was tiring out. I decided it was time to end this, I blocked a punch he threw with his left arm with my left and arm, quickly stepped forward and sent a fast and hard jab right into his ribs on his left side, I heard a crack, I knew i'd broken at least one.

He sucked in the pain and his playful gaze turned into one of rage, but then again it always did when he'd had enough, but he fights with his rage instead of leaving his mind clear to actually land something. I moved swiftly out of his way a few times, but he landed a few average punches here and there, nothing I hadn't taken before from my brothers or my father while training. He closed the space again, rushing towards me, I quickly stepped to the right and quickly placing my free leg in between his, and using his own momentum, shoved him forward making him lose his balance, face planting into the grass. "Thats enough Sam, better luck tomorrow" I said to him. I nodded to my father and began to walk away. Samuel had sprung to his feet and rushed me from behind. he place his forearm around my throat and began to squeeze a bit.

He got close to me ear and whispered to me "You think this is over, it most certainly isnt, I will have you and you will be mine like I told you in the forest. I will take whats mine" and with that I was done, "Not likely" I said to him before I smashed my heel down hard on the top of his foot, followed by my below smashing into his left ribs, right where i'd hurt him before, he loosened his grip adn I ducked out of it all. I turned to face him, I finished him off with a opened hand jab to the throat and my open palm smashing him in his nose, breaking it. I got close to him so no one would hear what I had to say, "Touch me again, and I will not be responsible for my actions" I spat before heading back to where my father was.