Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Chassy

The morning was really good. I went to the back of the pack house, sat on a bench, and closed my eyes after the morning breeze touched my face. It was very calm, and I started looking forward to a beautiful day. I planned to return to the Silver Moon Pack later, so I had to attend the training in the morning. Xander told me he would take care of the squad, and I trusted him.

The breakfast was ready when I returned and found my mate sitting on his chair. He smiled and pulled a chair for me to sit on, which I did, and ate with everyone happily. Never in my wildest dream will I be able to enjoy having a meal with them. I was mistreated before, but because of the acceptance that they showed me, my heart melted, and I learned to appreciate and care for them.

Being a Luna was something. It made me forget all the pain and heartache I experienced here. The respect they showed me was undeniably sincere, especially when I felt their hesitation whenever they wanted to converse with me. Their apologies touched my heart, and I burst into tears. Xander and I just got back together, but I feel like I had been their Luna for a long time.

After breakfast, I went to the training hall with all the young warriors. I stood at the center, surrounded by eager faces-young warriors in the making, their eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and determination. The youngest was just thirteen, brimming with youthful energy, while the oldest was eighteen, on the cusp of adulthood. These were the future protectors of the pack.

“Alright, everyone,” I began, making sure that my voice was firm yet encouraging. “Today, we’re going to focus on teamwork and coordination. We’re going to spar in groups of four.” I added. As promised, I attended the young warriors’ training, and the boy I will have to spar later was even more excited than yesterday. He was all smiles, and I couldn’t help but smile at him. “I want you to group yourselves into ten with four members each. Remember your group members because they will be your permanent group whenever I train with you.” I added.

“Yes, Luna!!” They all replied and quickly grouped themselves into ten teams with four members. I walked around, observing their choices and ensuring a mix of skills and abilities in each team. I’m glad I don’t need to remind them of that since I saw them choosing their members and noticed they were trying to balance their groups. It made me happy knowing they know their capabilities and how strong they are.

“Remember,” I emphasized, “communication is key. Watch each other’s backs, coordinate your attacks, and support one another. Strength comes not just from individual power but from the unity of the pack.”

The first sparring began, and the young warriors threw themselves into the exercise. The training grounds echoed with the clashing of limbs, the grunts of exertion, and the occasional laughter. I watched closely with my keen eyes, assessing their moves and interactions.

In one corner, a team was working seamlessly, each member anticipating the other’s moves, their attacks synchronized. In another, a group struggled, their moves disjointed and uncoordinated, so I made a mental note to guide them after the sparring session.

As we continued, I noticed Adrian standing alone, watching the others. I had promised him a spar the previous day, and now was the perfect opportunity. He was a determined young warrior, eager to prove himself and improve his skills.

“Adrian,” I called out, catching his attention. “Ready for that spar we talked about?”

A spark of excitement lit up his eyes, and he quickly moved to the center of the training hall and faced me. The other warriors paused in their sparring to watch, a circle forming around us.

“Remember,” I reminded, “this is about learning and improving. We’ll both give our best and learn from each other.”

Adrian nodded, his determination evident. He had been looking forward to this moment, I guess. Then we started circling each other, the atmosphere charged with anticipation.

The spar began, our movements a dance of agility and strength. Adrian was quick and agile, using his speed to his advantage. On the other hand, I showcased experience and technique with calculated and precise moves. We exchanged blows, each learning from the other, the energy of the training hall fueling my and Adrian’s determination.

I saw the improvement in Adrian’s technique as the spar progressed. He adapted and adjusted his strategy based on my moves. I allowed him to land a few hits, encouraging him to keep pushing and evolving.

As the spar came to a close, we breathed heavily, our faces flushed with the exertion. It had been an intense and productive spar, a proper display of growth and determination. I extended a hand to Adrian, showing respect for his efforts.

“You did well, Adrian,” I commended. “Keep practicing, keep learning. You have a lot of potential.”

Adrian beamed a mixture of pride and gratitude in his eyes. He had earned the admiration of his fellow warriors. It was a moment of triumph, a stepping stone in his journey to becoming a formidable warrior.

The training session continued, each warrior putting their all into the exercises. I moved from group to group, offering guidance, encouragement, and corrections. I watched them bond, the camaraderie growing as they trained together.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the end of the training session, I gathered them all for a final word. Their faces were flushed, their eyes alight with the fire of determination.

“Today, you’ve shown growth and strength,” I began, my voice carrying a proud tone. “Remember, we are a pack. We are family. Together, we are stronger. Keep pushing your limits and honing your skills. And always support each other. The unity of the pack is our greatest strength.”

The young warriors nodded, their determination unwavering. They had experienced a day of learning and growth and were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. My guidance fueled their spirits, and they left the training grounds with a sense of purpose and unity.

I stayed back, reflecting on the day’s events, and was proud of each and every one of them. They were the future, and I knew they were in good hands. They would face the darkness that lurked in the shadows with determination and unity, standing strong and proud as the pack they had become.

I returned to the packhouse and decided to see Xander before I cleaned up myself and left for the Silver Moon Pack. But I didn’t expect the scene I witnessed as I entered his office.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.