training ground

his voice Brushed my ears, " Relax your shoulders"

I swallowed hard and tried, his hand sliding down my arm guiding it.every muscle in me tightened.

"You're holding it too high," he murmured. "Let it sit lower ".

" I.. .I'm trying" , I wispered .

Try slower, he said almost teasing," not everything is a fight little wolf."

I looked up at him fast , don't call me that.

Her emerald eyes narrowed untill they were slits of green.

"Lord save me she's gonna be a fiety one."

He smirked and leaned closer , then stop acting small.

Heat rush to my cheeks, I face forward quickly.

He guilded my hands correctly placing it on the sword handle, his finger's brushed the inside of my palm leaving tiny sparkles inside my skin.

" Good "he whispered.

I didn't know if he was talking about the sword, or the way I managed not to faint.

Now he said stepping back slightly, show me a basic stance.

I lowered my body, bent my knees and tried to balance the way he taught me.

"That's better, he said "

But then, my right foot slipped on the dirt and I almost toppled forward.

Roshan grapped my waist fast steadying me.

He hands were strong and steady, holding me like I might break if he let go

"I was watching " he wispered in my ears I won't let you fall.

I..I don't want you to catch me.

He raised an brow.

I pushed away from him gentle, lifting up the sword, my cheeks were burning. I hope the worriors didn't notice.

Roshan turned around to face me.

"Again"

I swung the sword in a slow arc, my hold was strong , but the sword tilted too far

Roshan click his tongue, your writ are weak.

I know, I snapped frustrated.

Then fix it , tighten your core. Control comes from the center.

I'm trying!.

Stop trying, just do it.

I took in another deep breath and swung the sword again this time tighter.

Roshan nodded once, better

A small victory, bloomed inside me.

I lifted the sword , but it almost fell again.

Before I could give up, Roshan voice came steady.

Again!. He said

" But..."

Again.

I lifted the sword, he walked towards me and placed two fingers under my chin. Lifting my face.

Look at me, he said

I did look into those blue eyes of his; Blazing hell, darn he was a God .

Don't let the words of your enemies get into you, do not give them your fears.

They are only worriors, don't let their words shape who you become.

I lifted the sword this time, I imagined every word that has ever hurt me, every one that pushed me down and every voice that told me I was nothing.

I swung.

The sword sliced into the air more smoothly, I almost smiled.

Roshan. Nodded again, slower like he was actually impressed.

Then he said good, now faster.

I felt scared, "Faster?".

"Yes ".

I'm not ready.

"You are, he said "

I lifted the sword and swung harder.my arm shook , but i didn't stop.

"Again", he said

I swung.

"Again".

I swung untill my breath came in gasps.

When my feets finally gave out, I fell to my knees panting hard.

Roshan hands brushed my cheek, wiping snare of dirt.

"You didnt run this time"he said quietly.

I looked up at him through my messy hair .

" I can't run anymore."

He stare at me for a long time, something unreadable in his eyes.

"Good", he wispered.

Lillard voice came from behind us, fast and deep

She grow faster than you think," Beta Roshan".

Roshan didn't look back, "I know."

Lillard smiled faintly," her path is rising"

I didn't know what that meant, but it twisted my stomach with nervous hope.

Roshan stood and offered his hand to me again.

"Up", he said , "we are not done."

My body hurts, but I placed my hands in His.

His grip tightened around mine, pulling me back to my feet.

Let's continue, he said

I nodded though I was scared .

*****

I walked back into my chambers, closing the door with a soft click. Leaving the sound of the training ground behind me . The air inside felt heavy I dropped the sword unto a rack with a quiet thug. I took a leisurely drag from my smoke rubbing my hand over my face .

I sank into the chair by the window, staring out at the moonlit cliff the My mind however was not on the night sky it was on her.

" Iris".

He had train worriors, seen many girls seen woman turn into worrIors some hard curve that drew attention, some had beauty that made men paused. But he had never reacted like this.

I let out a low breath muttering beneath my breath, almost to myself

I've seen better faces ,.....woman that had more curve and beauty. I wasn't a man that lack physical pleasure.

" Then ....why does she.

He ran his hand through his hair, tugging at it in frustration, her body, her movement the way she moves shakily, stirred something within me, something he hasn't felt for years.

It was maddening, urgent, hunger something that has nothing to do with hunger , but everything that has to do with restraint.

I leaned back, gripping the hand of the chair, my thoughts were sharp chaotic I could feel the heat of her skin on me again , the subtle brush of her hand , the way her scent lingered even when she left.

I've been starved, i muttered to the cold air, starved of something but not her fault not hers.

I'm the beta,I'm a responsible man who controlled his desire, controlled his strength his everything.and yet his mind has refused to let go of her, the way she had looked at him. The day when he steadied her stance , the faint flush across her cheeks, the sturbborn fire in her eyes .

He pressed his hands to his face, trying to banish the image.he had too, she was too young for me, fragile, untamed and she was almost a child to him.

He was ,experienced, commanding and protector of his pack.

Yet she haunted him.

" Why "

Why Iris.

He didn't know if he wanted an answer or he was just scared to hear it.

You will have to wait beta, you're hers to protect... nothing more.... nothing else.

Even as he tried to will it away, it will take every ounce of self control he would have to keep her safe .....without losing himself into her entirely.