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back out of the way of the next fist that flew toward his face. Zane laughed, dancing lightly on his heels in a circle around Slade. “Is that all you got, ole man?” he joked with a cocky grin. “I thought you were supposed to be the one training us, not the other...”
Before Zane could finish his sentence, Slade kicked out quickly, connecting with Zane’s lower left leg. One powerful punch from Slade’s right fist was all it took and the enforcer was sprawled out on the ground staring up at the sky. Groaning loudly, he complained, “What the hell? Give a man a little warning next time.”
“You think your enemies are going to give you any warning?” Slade demanded roughly. “No, they will kill first, not bothering to ask questions later.” Stepping back and shaking out his hands, Slade ordered, “Now get off your ass and fight.”
Zane looked at him in confusion, but slowly got to his feet. Slade knew he was being unreasonable. He never yelled at his enforcers. They were all good people who took an oath to protect the pack and worked hard to keep their fellow packmates safe. But he was angry and frustrated, both emotionally and sexually. He needed to let out his aggression somehow, and right now, sparring with one of his enforcers was the only way to do it. After fifteen more minutes of beating the shit out of the young wolf, Slade stepped back breathing heavily. Walking over to his duffle bag, he grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat out of his eyes before motioning to Sable, “You and Sable spar now. Let me see what you can do.”
Grabbing a bottle of water, Slade leaned up against the wall to watch the show. It didn’t take long for the enforcers to get down to business. They were training in the gym at the White River Wolves compound. Slade required his enforcers to work out and spar with each other at least four days a week. With everything that had happened in the past few months, he wanted them ready for anything. He was still pissed at the way they had allowed the alpha’s niece to be taken. He refused to let something like that happen again on his watch.
Slade grunted in approval when Sable inserted a foot between Zane’s legs and pushed hard on his shoulders, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Unfortunately, she didn’t move quickly enough afterwards and Zane was able to grab her ankles, sweeping her off her feet and knocking her on her ass. Sable was instantly back on her feet and retaliating with a quick jab to Zane’s chest, and a roundhouse kick to his gut. Zane may have strength on his side, but Sable was faster, and before long she had the enforcer back on the ground again.
Taking a long drink of his water, Slade let his thoughts stray to Gypsy. It had been two days since he had seen her last. He’d been busy with work. Trying to track down who had shot Xavier was taking up a lot of his time, but if he was honest with himself, he was avoiding his woman.
Shaking his head, Slade crumpled the now empty bottle of water and walked over to the trashcan in the corner to throw it away. His woman. He never thought he would ever have those words associated with himself again. After Sarah died, he figured he would live the rest of his life alone, but now there was Gypsy. Strong, beautiful, magical Gypsy. The mate bond was working fast, and he was already starting to feel things towards her besides lust and desire. Yes, he wanted to slide deep inside her, but he also wanted other things he never thought he would want again. He wanted to hold her close, dry her tears when she cried, be a part of the joy she felt when she laughed. He wanted to share bits and pieces of himself with her, and listen while she talked about her life. He wanted to know what it was like to love again, but he was afraid to let himself find out. He didn’t want to fall in love, just to have Gypsy stolen from him like Sarah and his baby had
Before Zane could finish his sentence, Slade kicked out quickly, connecting with Zane’s lower left leg. One powerful punch from Slade’s right fist was all it took and the enforcer was sprawled out on the ground staring up at the sky. Groaning loudly, he complained, “What the hell? Give a man a little warning next time.”
“You think your enemies are going to give you any warning?” Slade demanded roughly. “No, they will kill first, not bothering to ask questions later.” Stepping back and shaking out his hands, Slade ordered, “Now get off your ass and fight.”
Zane looked at him in confusion, but slowly got to his feet. Slade knew he was being unreasonable. He never yelled at his enforcers. They were all good people who took an oath to protect the pack and worked hard to keep their fellow packmates safe. But he was angry and frustrated, both emotionally and sexually. He needed to let out his aggression somehow, and right now, sparring with one of his enforcers was the only way to do it. After fifteen more minutes of beating the shit out of the young wolf, Slade stepped back breathing heavily. Walking over to his duffle bag, he grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat out of his eyes before motioning to Sable, “You and Sable spar now. Let me see what you can do.”
Grabbing a bottle of water, Slade leaned up against the wall to watch the show. It didn’t take long for the enforcers to get down to business. They were training in the gym at the White River Wolves compound. Slade required his enforcers to work out and spar with each other at least four days a week. With everything that had happened in the past few months, he wanted them ready for anything. He was still pissed at the way they had allowed the alpha’s niece to be taken. He refused to let something like that happen again on his watch.
Slade grunted in approval when Sable inserted a foot between Zane’s legs and pushed hard on his shoulders, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Unfortunately, she didn’t move quickly enough afterwards and Zane was able to grab her ankles, sweeping her off her feet and knocking her on her ass. Sable was instantly back on her feet and retaliating with a quick jab to Zane’s chest, and a roundhouse kick to his gut. Zane may have strength on his side, but Sable was faster, and before long she had the enforcer back on the ground again.
Taking a long drink of his water, Slade let his thoughts stray to Gypsy. It had been two days since he had seen her last. He’d been busy with work. Trying to track down who had shot Xavier was taking up a lot of his time, but if he was honest with himself, he was avoiding his woman.
Shaking his head, Slade crumpled the now empty bottle of water and walked over to the trashcan in the corner to throw it away. His woman. He never thought he would ever have those words associated with himself again. After Sarah died, he figured he would live the rest of his life alone, but now there was Gypsy. Strong, beautiful, magical Gypsy. The mate bond was working fast, and he was already starting to feel things towards her besides lust and desire. Yes, he wanted to slide deep inside her, but he also wanted other things he never thought he would want again. He wanted to hold her close, dry her tears when she cried, be a part of the joy she felt when she laughed. He wanted to share bits and pieces of himself with her, and listen while she talked about her life. He wanted to know what it was like to love again, but he was afraid to let himself find out. He didn’t want to fall in love, just to have Gypsy stolen from him like Sarah and his baby had
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