Awakening The Silver Wolf

RAVENNA POV 

"How long have you been watching me?" I asked, my voice hard. 

"Not long enough," Lucian replied, his voice devoid of any emotion. 

"You're trying to learn my fighting methods and then what? Run off and tell your boss?" 

This new side of me was new. I usually don't taunt people like this. Hell, I don't even talk to people. But something about these people just gets on my nerves. Probably everything about them.

A muscle on Lucian's jaw ticks. "Why are you training alone?" he asked instead. 

I shrugged. "Nobody seems to even notice my presence here. I can't just walk up to someone and say 'Hey, let's spar." 

"You can actually," Lucian said, his face and voice expressionless. "This is a training session, and I'm the one in charge. While you're part of this pack and want to train, you'll answer to me. Clear?"

I hated him. "Crystal." 

"You already know my name. Can I have yours?" 

Since he was going to be my trainer, it wouldn't hurt to share my name.

"Ravenna." 

Lucian nodded and turned. "Come have some real training, Ravenna." 

I followed him back into the field, and my presence beside Lucian finally drew attention to me. So much for wanting to stay invisible. 

"Today we're working on hand-to-hand combat," Lucian said once we reached the far corner of the field, where people were engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Some were on the ground, rolling and clawing at each other. Some were still on their feet, bleeding. 

This was nothing like the training back in Rowan's pack. Even my former pack didn't train like this. 

"Headstart, Ravenna," Lucian said as he stopped walking. "This is going to be brutal." Then he shouted, "Mia!" 

A girl, shorter than me by maybe an inch, stepped forward. 

She's a petite girl with a strong, compact frame that exudes both confidence and resilience. Her broad shoulders and toned arms hint at an active lifestyle, while her short stature gives her a unique, striking presence. 

Her short hair, perhaps cropped or in a tousled style, adds to her bold character. 

Despite her size, she carries herself with an air of power. 

"Beta Lucian." She nodded to him. He nodded back and then glanced at me before he looked back at Mia. 

"On the mat," he said. "Both of you." 

I threw my sword to the ground and stepped on the mat, she stepped in after me and gave me a short nod. I returned it. 

"Ready when you are," Mia called, a confident grin spreading across her face.

I nodded, feeling the adrenaline surge through me. 

I was taller, with longer limbs that usually gave me an advantage. 

"Begin!" Lucian shouted. 

With a sudden lunge, I aimed a quick jab at Mia's midsection, but Mia ducked and countered with a swift strike to my side.

I felt the impact. Hard. I quickly pivoted, trying to regain control.

I gritted my teeth, pushing myself to focus. I feinted left, then launched a right hook, but Mia anticipated the move, slipping under my arm and landing a clean hit to my ribs. 

The shock of the blow knocked the wind out of me, and I staggered back, momentarily off balance.

Mia seized the moment, closing in with a series of quick strikes that I struggled to defend against. 

Each hit was precise and powerful—Mia was relentless, her smaller frame moving with an agility that left me scrambling to keep up.

With a final push, Mia dodged to the side and swept my legs out from under me. 

Time seemed to slow as I hit the mat, staring up at the clear sky. 

I let out a frustrated huff. When was the last time someone had handed me my ass? 

Mia stood over me, breathing heavily, and held out her hand. I took it and she drew me up to my feet. 

"That was impressive," Mia said, smiling softly. 

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. "Please don't mock me." 

"I was trying to make you feel better." 

Despite the pain in my ribs and broken pride, I couldn't help but laugh a little. I think I liked her. 

"You didn't even land a single blow," Lucian said from behind me. I turned and glared at him. I wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. "Disappointing." He shook his head. "How did you manage it?" 

I knew what he was talking about, but I refused to give him an answer. 

He scoffed and turned. "That's enough for today." 

I glared a dagger into his head. He was just like his alpha. Two arrogant males, a match made in hell. 

"I'm Mia," she said from beside. I had almost forgotten she was even here. 

I turned to her and offered a small smile. "Ravenna." 

"Should we go grab breakfast, Ravenna?" she asked. 

I had already eaten but there was no harm in a second round. And I wanted to see this place. 

"Of course," I agreed. 

She smiled and we left the field. 

"You're new here," she said as we got inside a big hall. 

"I am," I answered, even though it wasn't a question. And then I added, "I'm a prisoner here." 

Mia suddenly stopped walking and turned to me, a look in her eyes. Guilt? She looked away and resumed walking. 

She said nothing as we walked to the buffet and I didn't bother filling in the silence. 

The buffet was massive. Large enough to feed a small village for a year. 

How big was this pack? 

I had seen quite a large number at training but I knew there were more. 

I filled my tray with salad, roasted chicken, and mashed potato. Mia wiping the ground with my ass had drained me. 

We walked side by side to a table at the far end of the hall. I heard whispers as we passed, heads turning to look at us. But they weren't aimed at me—they were aimed at Mia. 

I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, but she seemed unfazed. Her face was expressionless. 

We sat and immediately dug into our food, still not saying a word to each other. I hated this silence. I was never one to be comfortable in silence. 

Before I could open my mouth and say any random thing that came out, Mia beat me to it. "What pack are you from?" 

"Stonehowl," I answered without hesitation. 

Mia nodded, but I saw the tension she was trying to hide. Her hands were so tight around her fork, that her knuckles had turned white. 

"I'm sorry," Mia whispered, the sound so low I could barely hear her. 

"What for?" I asked, confused. 

"He shouldn't ha–" 

"It seems we have a new girl," a new voice cut off Mia. 

I turned my head to see three girls walking towards us, their laughter sharp and predatory. 

The leader—or who I assumed was the leader—a tall girl with an air of arrogance, swept over and plopped down beside me, her confidence oozing from every pore. 

"Well, well, look who we have here," she said, a smirk curling her lips as she stared at Mia, disdain lacing her voice. 

I felt a chill run through my spine as the girl leaned in closer, her eyes still on Mia. "Just a friendly tip, New Girl. If you want to hang out with Mia, you might want to keep your distance from her during lunch. Trust me, you don't want to end up on our radar." 

And then they left. I looked over and her eyes were fixed on her plate. Her knuckles had turned boneless white from how hard she was gripping her fork. 

"What was that?"