Fighting by Anaya Phoenix (sci fi books to read .TXT) 📖

and moved from his crouched position and looked like he was ready to lunge on top of him.

“Me and him, Ander. This isn’t your fight.”

“Like hell it isn’t.” He snarled through the mental link. I looked to Anna briefly and she nodded before erupting into her wolf and moving in front of Ander. He snapped at her and she growled low in her throat. She’d keep him busy. I smiled and moved closer to Leo.

“It’s just you and me, golden boy.”

 

 

                Everyone had moved back greatly, giving me and him enough space. He’d bought out his component, too. The thing that made our eyes turn red, it wasn’t the same for all of us. For me, it was my rage. I knew Urse’s was her strength, but I knew nothing of the cats or Eva. His red eyes watched me and I could imagine his lion switching its tail back and forth, its head low and its muscels coiled. He was strong, that I knew. He had a strength that could kill and a punch that, if landed the right place, could do some serious damage. We were both too stubborn, it would come down to who would move first. Everything was silent, my ears picked up on everything and it was the small sound of shifting earth that had me ducking. A boulder flew past my head and I rolled my eyes, so mature. I stood and ran towards it as he flung it towards me, I stepped on it and used the air that it gave me to kick him in the face. He caught my foot as he was going and slammed me into the ground. It caved around me, but he didn’t let go. He lifted me and threw me across  our makeshift arena. I scrambled to get up and snarled as I called fire to me, igniting his throat and using air to bring him to me. He quickly dispersed of the fire and took air from me using it to choke me. I smirked before running to him and kicking his chin before taking his arm and twisted it behind his back. The only sound I heard was a snarl. I grabbed his other arm and lifted him up, careful not to rip his arm off. I slammed him face down, both of his arms dislocated and grabbed the base of  his neck. Lifting him up, I let all of my rage out and with a howl punched him in his face until my knuckles were burised and covred in his blood. I dropped him in a heap and calmed down my breathing. I looked up and saw only fear and admiration. I could hear Leo healing, and I had expected he’d be pissed. But didn’t know he’d still attack. I should’ve known, in hindsight. He grabbed my ankle and squeezed, crushing the bone, before pulling me down and punching my stomach. I shouldn’t have curled over, knowing it would be bad, but it really fucking hurt. He punched my jaw, damn near taking it off, before pulling me up by my hair. His eyes were red but tears came from them, and he looked pained by what he was doing. He grabbed my throat and squeezed and cruched my windpipe. The smallest squeak escaped my mouth, which only pissed me off more. I squeezed his wrist, breaking the bone, but he didn’t let go. I grew my talons and barely stopped myself from decapitating him, but sliced through his hand so he had no choice but to drop me. I scrambled away but he grabbed my pants and pulled e against his chest. He restricted my arms with one hand and held my head by my forehead to his chest.

“Your rage doesn’t belong here, don’t let it take over you again.” He whispered through the mental link, probably not stable enough to speak.

“Don’t assume things of us, know what you know and take that. Don’t overstep your boundaries, and keep your strength for the battlefield.” With that he let me go and I landed on my still healing ankle. He was right and I hated it when he was, he couldn’t ever just shut up and be wrong like every boy? I closed my eyes and focused, pulling hard on my rage. I couldn’t let it out now, I’d done so well holding on to it for so long. The fight had left me weak and pulled too much from me, my rage was strong and tangible. I grabbed onto its heated leash and pulled, trying so hard to bring it down. I wouldn’t be able to do that and it only fueled it. I felt strong hands on my shoulders and a breath of air filled me; Ander. I could feel him there, and knew his strength would help me.

“Fight it, love. I’ll help you, but you have to fight it with me.” His voice was all around me, yet nowhere at all and my fear did nothing but to help the rage grow stronger. It tugged on me and I felt my body grow hotter; fire. I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell Ander to leave because I could do nothing but tear the people around me down. That’s all I was good for, my rage. The fire and the strength that it unleashed in me was all anybody ever felt and I was tired of it. I wanted to be in control of it and not only for a short amount of time. My body was my own and I was tired of feeling so out of control of it.

“This is you, love, this is your strength. I can only help a little but you have to do the rest. Bring yourself out of this and see all that is here for you.”

“It wants to burn me, like it has so many others.” My voice was raspy and weak and I hated it, because it was me. This was who I was, I was a scared girl who never got the chance to be a girl. I came out of the womb older than I’d ever need to be, I came out ready to be used; another mold, another pawn.

“You are LunaRosa Green, the daughter of Molly Turanga and Thomas Green. The eldest of seven children and an inspiration for many. You are the mate of Ander Mascot and Luna of the England pack. That is who you are, that is what she didn’t manufacture. She gave you the power and the responsibility, but didn’t give you the wonderful things in life. Take the good and work with the bad, Luna. You are so strong on your own, use that strength. Come back to me, come back to us.” His strength was there but then suddenly, there was something else. Something I hadn’t felt before. A tingling in my stomach that spread throughout my muscles, a warming sensation that settled over my organs and crept over my neck. It was me, I was waking up after so long. After Marissa had died it had only been me and I was scared, I hadn’t wanted to be alone or scared. I didn’t want all of the responsibilities and the only one that I had knew that was like me. I let my rage fill me and my wolf cover for me. I was there, briefly. I was there at nights where the nightmares haunted me, I was there when I watched my sister suffer for most of her life. I was there, but I wasn’t there. I was waking up now, and my mate and my family was helping me.

 

 

               

 

 

                Getting used to my body was weird, it felt like sliding on a pair of jeans you had just bought but that was like so many other pairs you had bought before. New, but old at the same time. I stretched, getting used to muscles that were different than they were before. Lilia still held the pain of the sickness, and I knew she would lways hold it. She didn’t need me to be hurting, I needed to be strong enough to fight the war for her mother and letting me hold the sickness within me was counterproductive. Watch it, Luna dear, I might just let it slip once and see how well you deal with it, my wolf whispered softly.

“Luna.” Mom whispered, she was kneeled in front of me. Her eyes were scared for me, she needed to be there for me and I knew she thought she had failed.

“I’m fine.” She grabbed my face with both hands and peered into my eyes, eyes that would’ve been so similar to hers if she hadn’t fully embraced her wolf while she was pregnant with me.

“Are you… are you?” Her voice shook and tears pooled up in her eyes as a small smile lit her face. I nodded and she sobbed before grabbing me tight. She’d known I wasn’t there, she’d known that after Libby was diagnosed I had checked out temporarily. It was only her and my siblings who had noticed the change, and now it would be them who would welcome me back. I hugged her back, tightly, as I’d wanted to do for so long but I needed to be strong for her and so many. I looked up and through my family to see Leo standing there, his eyes bleeding from yellow to their oceanic blue. I gave a quick nod of appreciation and he dipped his head before addressing the shifters.

“Go get breakfast, by the time you come back training should have commensed.” They left silently, which was kind of a big deal considering how the whole lot could barely shut up for ten seconds.

“Oh, Lily, you stay back.” There was malice in Filly’s tone and I kind of felt bad for the jaguar. Just kind of, though. My body was all healed up and mom had let go, so I slowly stood up and smiled tentatively at my siblings. From youngest to oldest they all formed around me and gave me a hug, squeezing the life and breath out of me. It felt good to be surrounded by so much love that a tear slipped from my eye. Ander wiped it and sent me a wink before following the rest of the shifters into the dining room for breakfast.

“Go on and eat, I’ll be there soon I promise.” Mom nodded before pealing each sibling off and practically pulling them away while they yelled and professed their undying love for me.

“I hate you all!” Even though it was said with a smile, I still meant it. Very much, in fact. I turned to Leo and right before I was going to say something a band of children came storming through, thoroughly frightening me.

                It wasn’t because they were kids, I loved children and planned on having a litter of my own one day. It was because they came riding on the back of a baby dragon, and all of them looked to be under the age of ten. All of them including the dragon, judging by how steadily it was flying which was not at all.

“Zack! Iona!” Leo roared, his brother and sister giggling and pointing at him. I looked to Filly only to see she had blanched completely at seeing her baby sister dangling from the tail of an unexperienced flyer. None of my siblings were there, but Vixie and her friend were riding on top of it, tugging on its tuft of blue hair.

“Vixie! Your mom is gonna kill you!” I whisper yelled, knowing Valerie was always tugging on John’s wolf hearing to look out for her children.

“Sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear you over how much fun I’m having!”

“Zack, I swear to everything that is holy in this world and everything else if you don’t get off of that thing I will murder you and wear your pelt as an ascot!” In response