CHAPTER 7:Fire and Fury
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The silence between us stretched thin, like a rope about to snap. Lucian’s gaze pinned me down, his jaw clenched tight. I could feel his frustration, his anger,not just anger. Fear. As if the truth itself was something he’d been trying to outrun.
“If you want answers, then listen carefully,” Lucian said, his voice low and sharp. “The rogues aren’t after the Bloodmoon Pack. They’re after you. And it’s not because you’re human. It’s because of who you are.”
My stomach twisted. “Who I am? I’m nobody. Just… me.”
He shook his head, his eyes boring into mine. “Your blood is different, Aria. Special. The rogues have been following your scent since the night I saved you. Their leader, whoever the bastard is, believes you’re the key to something,something powerful.”
I stumbled back, my hands shaking. “You’re making it sound like I’m some kind of… weapon.”
“In their eyes, you are,” he said darkly. “They think your blood holds the power to break bonds. To weaken packs from within. But it’s not just that.”
“What else?” I whispered, my throat dry.
“They think your blood can make them stronger. More vicious. That’s why they keep coming, why they’re willing to die to drag you away.”
My heart pounded like a war drum. This couldn’t be real. I was just a normal girl but the way Lucian looked at me, like I was both salvation and destruction, made me question everything.
“So what do we do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“We keep you alive,” he replied bluntly. “And we find out who’s leading them before they tear this entire pack apart.”
I swallowed hard. “And if they find me first?”
“They won’t,” Lucian growled, his hand gripping my arm with a fierce protectiveness. “Not while I’m breathing.”
The words should’ve comforted me, but the intensity behind them only made my nerves rattle more.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked, refusing to be the helpless damsel he clearly thought I was.
He released my arm and started pacing, his fists clenched. “I’ve already sent scouts to track their movements. But we need more information. We need to know where they’re coming from, who’s commanding them. And most importantly, why they think you’re their key to power.”
“Then let me help.”
He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Help? You nearly got yourself killed last night. You’re reckless and untrained”
“But I’m not useless,” I interrupted, my eyes narrowing. “If I’m the reason they keep attacking, then I should be part of the solution. Keeping me locked away like some fragile doll isn’t going to stop them.”
“It’s going to keep you alive.”
“And what about your pack?” I shot back. “How many of them have to die trying to protect me before you realize I need to fight too?”
Lucian’s eyes flashed with anger, but I could see the war raging inside him. He wanted to keep me safe, but he couldn’t ignore the truth I’d just thrown at him.
“Fine,” he said, his voice strained. “You want to help? Then you’ll do it my way. No running off on your own. No playing hero. You follow my orders, or I’ll lock you in that cabin until this whole mess is over.”
“Deal.” I didn’t hesitate. I was done being caged.
His eyes searched mine, looking for hesitation. But there was none.
“Good,” he finally said. “Then let’s get started.”
The training was brutal. Lucian didn’t hold back, pushing me to my limits until my muscles screamed in protest. But I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
We trained in the clearing behind the cabin, away from the curious eyes of the pack. Every punch, every kick, every defensive move was drilled into me until my body responded without thought.
“Again,” he barked as I stumbled back, breathless.
“I can barely stand,” I panted.
“Then crawl. Because the rogues won’t care if you’re tired. They’ll kill you the second you let your guard down.”
His words stung, but I swallowed my pride and pushed forward. I threw another punch, my fist colliding with his open palm. The impact jarred my arm, but I kept my stance firm.
“Better,” Lucian admitted, though his tone was grudging. “But you’re still too slow. If a rogue comes at you, you need to react faster. Like this—”
He lunged at me, his movement so swift I barely had time to raise my hands before his body slammed into mine, pinning me to the ground. His face was inches from mine, his eyes blazing with intensity.
“Do you understand now?” he hissed. “This isn’t a game. If you don’t fight back with everything you have, you’re dead.”
My chest tightened as his weight pressed down on me. His words were harsh, but his gaze… it was desperate. Like he was fighting more than just the rogues. Like he was fighting himself.
“I understand,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “But you can’t protect me forever, Lucian. If I’m going to survive, I need to be strong enough to fight for myself.”
His expression softened, just for a moment. “Then we keep training. Until you can take down anything that comes for you.”
I nodded, determination hardening my resolve. “Good. Because I won’t let them win.”
He helped me to my feet, his hand lingering on mine a second too long before he pulled away. “Get some rest. Tomorrow, we go hunting.”
“Hunting?”
“If the rogues want you, then we’ll draw them out. And when they come, we’ll make sure they regret it.”
There was a darkness in his voice, a ferocity that made my blood run cold. But underneath it all, I could see the fear. Not for himself. For me.
But I was done running.
If the rogues wanted me, they were going to find out the hard way that I was no easy prey.
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