I was sitting amongst the long grass when he appeared. “I’m assuming you wanted me. You don’t stray this far from camp often.”
“Indeed. There is a threat coming and a prophecy, none of which I want to go into. However, it has made me consider that I should restart my training. I was hoping you would be my punching bag. You’re the only person who stands a chance of beating me.” More importantly, I was much less likely to accidentally kill him than Brodie or Jackson.
“I didn’t last time,” Marcus chuckled awkwardly. I guessed for someone who had never really seen himself as anything except all powerful that it was a bit of a sore spot.
“That was with crystals. I had an unfair advantage. Without them, I think we would be at least relatively well matched. You managed to break my cheek bone after all,” I flashed him a smile trying to make light of it all, but Marcus still looked like my words had slapped him.
“Yeah. Sorry about that. It all feels so wrong now t
"We walked across the camp hand in hand. It was almost pitch black as we picked our way across the slightly damp grass from the short downpour earlier in the day. Brodie’s head was in the clouds, quite literally, as he stared up at the stars.He stopped dead out of nowhere, forcing me to do likewise. He pointed up at the sky before looking back down at me to check that I was following his gaze, before returning it to the inky sky. 'Do you see the stars there? The triangle makes up the head.' He moved his finger across the sky as though he were painting the stars himself. 'There’s the body and the legs.'" “I see it.” Honestly, I nearly understood the way people could see shapes in the stars, but he seemed so excited to share it with me, so I nodded.“It’s called Lupus; it means…”“Wolf in Latin, I know.” He looked down at me again, a note of pride in his eyes.“Well, ancient Greeks actually thought it was half man, half beast, so naturally it’s one of my f
I stood in the meeting cabin more than a little anxious. It was stupid. I was treating an informal meal with friends like it was a night out at the Ritz. If we were eating with Jackson and Mikkel, I would have just thrown on a hoodie and leggings, pulling my hair into a messy bun to try to conceal the level of greasiness. I didn’t know why going for tea with Gerald and Helena was different, but it was. It could have been the way I had been forced to earn Gerald’s approval and my desperate need not to disappoint him and lose that approval again. Then there was Helena; as a teacher for my kids, I desperately wanted her to see me as a typical mother: respectful, demure, classy. I was certain that I was the only mother in the camp who used her free time to take punches to the face and kicks to the stomach. The vast majority of mothers i
With purpose, I moved deeper into the clearing, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoing in the stillness around me. I pressed on until I was certain I had put more than two miles between us. The air grew fresher, filled with the earthy scent of moss and wildflowers, invigorating my spirit. It was time to push my boundaries and challenge myself further.I conjured up every memory of Jackson I had. At least I knew where he was. He was at home, safely tucked away in a cabin that I could easily envision. I could picture its rustic charm: weathered wooden planks, a sturdy stone chimney, and the sprawling pines that surrounded it like sentinels guarding a secret. “Jackson,” I whispered, the name slipping from my lips like a prayer, a plea carried softly into the stillness.“Still practicing, I see.” I let out a huff of frustration, my shoulders drooping in defeat as I realized I couldn't catch him off guard like I had with Brodie.“How did you know?” I asked
Each day, we would venture out for a couple of hours, and Marcus would guide me through the mental aspects of my powers first. As he spoke, his voice took on a soothing quality, each word an invitation to explore the depths of my abilities. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sound of rustling leaves and the gentle murmur of the wind as I focused intently on his teachings.Once I had mentally exhausted myself, we would shift our focus to combat training. The thrill of anticipation thrummed through my veins as we engaged in our sparring sessions, each clash of bodies echoing like a storm brewing in the distance. To ensure we stayed beyond Brodie’s watchful eyes, we moved our fights farther away from camp.Brodie had asked me countless times where I disappeared to each day. Yet, I refused to disclose the truth. My training was something I wanted to keep to myself for at least a little while longer.I had explicitly asked Brodie not to spy on me, yet I
I was sitting amongst the long grass when he appeared. “I’m assuming you wanted me. You don’t stray this far from camp often.”“Indeed. There is a threat coming and a prophecy, none of which I want to go into. However, it has made me consider that I should restart my training. I was hoping you would be my punching bag. You’re the only person who stands a chance of beating me.” More importantly, I was much less likely to accidentally kill him than Brodie or Jackson.“I didn’t last time,” Marcus chuckled awkwardly. I guessed for someone who had never really seen himself as anything except all powerful that it was a bit of a sore spot.“That was with crystals. I had an unfair advantage. Without them, I think we would be at least relatively well matched. You managed to break my cheek bone after all,” I flashed him a smile trying to make light of it all, but Marcus still looked like my words had slapped him.“Yeah. Sorry about that. It all feels so wrong now t
I didn’t know what he expected me to glean from the so-called prophecy. The vague words could be twisted to mean anything, and I recoiled at the thought of anyone believing that my precious babies were some sort of saviours. They were just babies, innocent and fragile, and they didn’t deserve to bear that kind of weight on their tiny shoulders. The thought sent a pang through my heart, and I felt a fierce protectiveness surge within me. “That doesn’t mean anything,” I replied, my voice steady but laced with a quiet intensity, “or it could mean a million different things.” I crossed my arms tightly, as if trying to shield myself from the burden of expectations that loomed like a dark shadow over our lives.“I know that. Which is why I haven’t mentioned it.” Despite his agreement, my anger at him continued to surge.“Is that why you brought me here?” The thought sprang into my mind unbidden, escaping my lips before I could rein it in, each word leaving a little dent in m