Chapter 10
As we approach the infirmary I’m still fuming from the meeting and I get startled as Frida bumps into me in the doorway. She immediately wraps her arms around me and I do the same.
All the anger that I had fades and is replaced with an immense feeling of happiness.
Pulling back from the embrace, I gently lift her chin so our gazes meet.
“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned.
“The medics say that my injuries are just about fully healed and that I’ll be at one-hundred-percent in no time,” Frida replies with a smile.
“I have to go and begin training with Michael. I’ll check up on you as much as I can,” I mutter.
“Training with Michael, why would you need to do that?” she asks, her brows furrowed with confusion.
“Apparently what I did during the battle has caused some concern among the Archangels, mainly that piece of shit Uriel, and he wants to see what I am capable of,” I reply, not fully sure myself what I’m walking into.
“Just be careful. The other Archangels obey him for a reason. His strength, speed, and combat skills has only one match and that’s Lucifer,” she says, and the tone in her voice has changed from confused to concerned.
Someone down the corridor calls out to me and it’s a voice I don’t recognize.
“Evander, it’s time to begin your training.”
“I have to go, but I’ll see you soon okay,” I sigh, embracing Frida and as I pull away slightly, she kisses me.
I pause in shock as she’s pressed against my frozen lips. When she moves to pull away, I grab her hips and hold her tighter, deepening the kiss until she melts against me. When we break away, I have to remember where we are right now.
She smiles up at me and I grin back, when we are interrupted once again.
“I’ll see you later,” I mumble, then take a few steps further from her. She nods, smiling.
Just then Lucius runs up, throwing his arm around my shoulder. “It’s good to see everyone doing better, and apparently you two are doing much better,” he jokes, wiggling his brows.
As we turn to walk back toward the training grounds, I get a nudge from Lucius. Looking over he has the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
“What the fuck are you grinning at?” I sneer.
“Ooh nothing, just the fact that she has had a crush on you since she first saw you in Purgatory, but was too afraid to act. But after what you did apparently she has lost that inhibition, you lucky fuck,” he replies, nudging me again.
“But don’t worry about that. Right now you have a rough time ahead of you, training with Michael. ”
“Do you have any idea what I’m in for with this so-called training?” I ask inquisitively.
“The last time this happened he accidentally killed the guy he was trying to ‘quote unquote ‘train’,” he replies just as we enter the training ground.
“What do you mean accidentally killed?” I bark, just as a tremendous blow strikes me in the back, sending me sailing into the center of the training arena. After slamming into the ground Fenrir yells, “Jump left.”
Just as I’m about to, I’m struck again from the right this time with enough force to shatter half of my ribs, and I catch a glimpse of my attacker, it’s Michael.
Standing above me he bends down, grabbing me by the throat and picking me up off the ground with one hand.
“Where is this so-called power that I heard about?” he shouts, before throwing me across the arena.
“What Lucius was referring to is how I train my troops. We are training for war, I train them by attacking them like the enemy would. With the same ferocity, power, and stealth. If I see the slightest opening, then I exploit it, and sometimes I end up killing them. So if you don’t want to die then you better show me what Uriel was talking about.
Otherwise, I will literally tear you in half and bathe in your blood,” Michael shouts.
Fuck, he’s scary.
As I struggle to regain my footing, my eyes meet Michael’s and again Fenrir shouts. “Duck,” only this time it’s faster and my body responds to it in time.
Right as I duck, I can feel Michael’s fist grazing the top of my head. Surprised by this, Michael disappears and reappears at the other end of the arena.
“So you do have something in there? That’s good.
I’m assuming that’s Fenrir telling you what to do, but the first time he caught you off guard, causing you to react too slowly, but you’re a fast learner aren’t you?
That’s what I call your Lycan’s intuition.
It’s the wolf inside, in this case Fenrir telling you what to do while you’re in control.
When you were on the battlefield. When you lost control he had the freedom to act and react without influence or interference. ”
As Michael continues to explain, all of my broken ribs snap back into place and heal with a loud crack.
Fuck I’ll never get use to that.
“You need to be in perfect sync with Fenrir, when you’re not you have to react to what he is telling you to do and just do it acting on instinct. If you do you will evade most, if not all, attacks and with training even counterattack,” Michael continues.
“Then let’s start round two,” I reply, regaining my composure, and slowly walking toward Michael. Stopping about five steps away and closing my eyes, I slightly relax my body.
“Duck left,” Fenrir shouts and without hesitation I duck down and to the left. I feel his fist graze my right ear as a deafening creak rings out.
That sounded like a sonic boom that fighter jets make, did he really just break the sound barrier with his fist?
“Dodge left, back, right, down, right, left,” Fenrir continues to shout. Following his instructions to the letter, I dodge every incoming attack.
What is this? A cheat code sequence from a nineties video game. Left, left, up, down, A, B.
Fenrir’s voice gets muffled by my inner thoughts and a devastating blow hits me right in the middle of my back. All I hear is the sound of my spine snapping as I start falling to the ground and blood begins to run from my mouth.
Another blow connects with the right side of my head, driving it into the ground with so much force that a crater forms around where my head impacted, shattering my skull. Then he delivers a horrendous kick to my stomach, sending me flying across the arena destroying all of my ribs in the process.
I slam to the ground at Lucius’ feet.
“Apparently your listening skills are just as pathetic as your strength. Get this poor excuse for a warrior out of my sight before I kill him,” Michael shouts at Lucius.
As Lucius bends down and picks me up, the pain is so immense, as I feel all the different shattered and broken bones shifting and grinding against each other.
The rattling of bone fragments hitting the inside of my skull is almost deafening, with sharp stabbing and pulsing pain resonating through my entire body as my vision narrows and I black out.
Coming to with my vision blurred I notice I’m in my room. Looking around a familiar sight comes into focus.
“Hey there.” Frida’s voice sharpens my senses and brings her instantly into focus.
Sitting up a groan escapes my lips as my entire body throbs and aches with a familiar pain like a day after the gym.
“Not bad after the shape Lucius said you were in after your tutelage with Michael,” she jokes with a sly grin.
“How are you feeling?” I ask with a grunt, as I finally sit up.
“Just about one-hundred-percent back to normal and you better be careful, because once I’m back we have some business to take care of,” she energetically says as she jumps onto me, straddling me on the bed.
Leaning down she whispers into my ear, “I believe you owe me some more kissing. You said later, Evander… Well it’s later now, my chew toy,” she purrs, then moves up to my mouth with a smile on her lips. Her green eyes gleaming with amusement.
Biting her bottom lip, she waits for me to make a move. I shake my head and laugh.
“Oh really? We’re back to that nickname now?” I tease and she nods, moving her lips closer to mine.
“Yeah,” she whispers, then presses her lips to mine. It’s light, but I’m not letting her get away this time. I just had my ass handed to me and she almost died. Fuck, we’re in the middle of a war, who knows what later will bring.
Gripping her hips, I pull her down harder onto my lap, letting her feel what she does to me. She whimpers and kisses me harder, opening her mouth for my tongue to tangle with hers. I groan at the taste of her. She wiggles her hips, grinding down on me and I know we’re moving too fast.
She still needs to heal.
“Frida,” I groan and gently push her away.
She pants against my mouth and sighs, nodding. When she opens her mouth to say something, my door bangs open and we both look at who barged in.
Lucius stands there frozen for a minute before a dirty smirk graces his lips.
“Well, what do we have here?” he asks and Frida rolls her eyes, then lifts her leg and sits beside me on the bed.
“If you try to send me back to that infirmary, I’ll make sure you’re laying in the bed next to me,” she grumbles and I laugh.
“Well it looks like you’re back to normal there, Evander,” he snickers. “That’s good, because your next training session is about to start, so un-pitch that tent you have there and let’s get going.”
Getting to my feet, I look back at Frida. “Why don’t you come watch your chew toy get tossed around for awhile.”
Excitedly she jumps up and grabs my hand as we leave the room and head toward the training ground,
“There is something we forgot to mention, every time you heal, not only are your muscles, bones and so on healed, but they become stronger. So the more that you heal the denser your bones get and the stronger you become,” Lucius says.
“That’s why some of us are stronger than others because the harder we fight the higher the risk of breaking our hands, arms and legs is with the force we exert.
Which leads to our healing process that strengthens our hands and so on, making them able to withstand more force, making us more powerful in the grand scheme of things. ”