Todos los capítulos de Chasing My Barbarian Luna : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Darius’s PovI stayed at the training grounds for a while longer, but my attention kept drifting toward the eastern side of the camp. The more I watched, the clearer it became that this wasn’t normal preparation.A group of warriors passed by carrying spears and shields. Behind them, others loaded carts with food and supplies. No one seemed to be in a hurry, but there was a purpose behind every movement.I turned back to the warriors I was training. “Has the King said anything about an attack?”The older warrior from earlier shook his head. “Not to us, but there’s been talk about the Eastern Pack.”“Talk about what?” I asked.“The Eastern Pack,” he repeated. “Some of the scouts have been watching the borders. They say the Eastern wolves have been moving closer.”I glanced toward the supplies again. “Has anyone said why?”He shook his head. “Not that I’ve heard.”That was all he knew, but it was enough to make me pay closer attention. The King had never mentioned an attack to me. If th

Darius PovThe King was quiet for a moment, then looked at me. “How do you know so much about battlefield strategy?”“My father put me through war training from the time I was a child,” I said. “I grew up around commanders, so I learned how they planned, how they moved their warriors, and how they looked for weaknesses in an enemy.”“Your father trained you?”“My father did, along with the commanders who served under him. I spent years studying battles before I ever led warriors into one.”The King picked up another report and looked through it. “And you believe your knowledge is enough to defeat the Eastern Pack?”“I never said that.” I shook my head. “I can give you a strategy, but the warriors still have to carry it out. A good plan means nothing if the army can’t follow it.”The King placed the report back on the table. “Then what would you need to prepare them properly?”“Time,” I answered. “I need permission to change the way they train. They have to learn how to move together,

Darius’s Pov I didn't answer her. Ayla waited. She didn't push, which was almost worse. After a while, she lay down with her back to me and pulled the fur over her shoulder, and the fire ticked down to nothing. I sat there and watched it go. She had come close. She had done it with no maps and no reports, just by paying attention. I would have to be more careful around her, and I would have to keep her out of this. When I woke up, Ayla was already folding her blankets. She acted like nothing had happened, like I hadn't ignored her question last night. She asked if I wanted bread. I said yes. We ate without saying a word, and I was out the door before the sun came up. The next two days were drills, nothing else. On the second day I split the men into two lines. The left was supposed to hold, and the right would hit them from the side. The first time, the left line fell apart in no time. The second time, they stood tighter and started watching each other's backs. The fourth time, the

Darius’s PovThe King didn't answer right away. He leaned back and stared at me like he was deciding whether I was worth the price. I kept my hands on the table and stayed put."You would do a lot for those men," the King said at last."Yes," I said.I didn't try to dress it up. The King already knew anything else I said would only sound like a lie, and he would enjoy catching it."At least you're honest about that." He picked up his cup, looked into it, and put it down again without drinking. "I won't release them yet. You understand that.""I understand you haven't said yes.""I haven't said no." He tapped the map with one finger. "But you saw a few starved men and offered me everything. That's easy to say. I want to see if you mean it.""What do you want to see?""The same thing I've wanted since you got here." He turned the map toward me with one finger. "You train my warriors. You finish what you started, and then you lead them against the East."I looked down at the map. My red

Darius’s PovBy midday, the camp was a thin gray smudge behind us, and the snow ahead bore no marks. I rode at the front with the commanders. Behind me, four hundred warriors moved across the plain in a long uneven line, and the carts creaked along at the back. The wind came straight from the north, and nothing stopped it. Most of the men kept their heads down, and their hoods pulled low. I didn't like what I saw when I turned in the saddle.The men at the front were walking too fast. They kept pulling ahead, and the gap between grew every hour. The center of the line was spread out and loose. At the back, the carts kept getting stuck in the ruts, and the guards beside them kept glancing up the road, unsure whether to wait or hurry to catch up."Stop the column," I told the rider beside me.He looked at me. "Now?""Yeah, right now."He raised his arm and the horn sounded twice. The line shuddered and stopped. Men turned, confused, and a few of them muttered. Nobody argued, though. A m