Page 59 of Nita's Redemption

Hayze launched his six foot frame the few feet that separated him from Tank. Usually he took down an opponent with the quick action, yet Tank caught Hayze with one hand, holding him by the throat. Tank lifted his other hand, gripping Hayze by the crotch, making his friend squeal, and then he was flying through the air. Hurricane stood with his mouth open, sure he was hallucinating since he didn’t think a male in human form could do what his half-brother had done. Yet it was clear Tank had done it with ease. Hayze landed with a grunt near the feet of several other shifters who helped him up.

“What the fuck, man? Did he shift?” Hayze asked, staring at Tank in the center of the arena.

“Shit, if I hadn’t been standing here watching like a hawk, I’d say he did something shady, but I can’t say he did.” Hurricane moved forward, looking Tank over. “Are you something other than shifter?”

“Nah, I’m one hundred percent grade A shifter.” Tank looked at the male he’d thrown then at Hurricane. “Want me to stay and spar with another?”

Hayze lifted both hands in the air. “Not me. I’ll stay and spar with another but not that fucker.”

“Pussy,” Hurricane mumbled.

“Hey, he’s fucking stronger than ten of us. Have you been tossed around like a sack of potatoes? Or a baseball by a pitcher throwing for the big leagues? No, I don’t think so. Until you have don’t come at me.” Hayze looked between Tank and Hurricane.

“Don’t even say it. Get over on the sidelines and watch,” Hurricane ordered, shaking his head.

“What was he going to say?” Tank asked, staring at the shifters back.

“Nothing. Next time, try to actually fight instead of showing off,” he gritted out.

Tank slapped his hand onto Hurricane’s shoulder, stopping him from moving away. “I wasn’t showing off, asshole. Your boy came at me with intent in his launch. I reciprocated how I’d have done to anyone. Would you like to try me?”

Hurricane looked at the hand on his shoulder then at Tank’s face. The male wasn’t raging with anger, not like he was. Fuck, his baby bro was a complete mystery to him. That truth made Tank even more dangerous.

“Let’s get on with the exercises so we can actually get some work done.” Hurricane didn’t shrug Tank’s hand off his arm, he waited for the other male to remove it himself. After that, the fights were much more productive until the final sparring between Nita and Honor. How the two females made it to the end without anyone else realizing they hadn’t fought, Hurricane wasn’t sure.

“So, you’re my brother’s female? How does that work with you and two others?” Honor asked as they stepped into the center.

Nita tipped her head to the side, her long curly hair was pulled up into a messy bun making her have one less thing for an opponent to use against her. “Are you asking how we fuck and how many holes I have since there are three dicks for me to take care of?”

Honor’s eyes widened, her hand came up to cover her mouth. Hurricane’s lips twitched, watching the two females, especially his brother’s female. She was extremely beautiful with her copper colored skin, dark hair, and alluring figure. He could understand what drew him and the other two males to her. She had an air of mystery and a promise of so much more.

“You should stop eyeing your brother’s female as if you want to sample her. I have a feeling he’d rip you in two for your thoughts, let alone if you actually laid one hand on her,” Legend said in a low whisper.

“I would never do anything so stupid as to trespass on another male’s or in this case males’, relationship with their truemate. Besides, I am waiting for my truemate to come along. I’m tired of meaningless sex and conversation with females who I know have no future with me. You know?” Hurricane glanced around at the females from his and the other pack, feeling no connection with any of them other than mild interest.

The silence brought their attention back to the pair of females in the center. He narrowed his eyes on his sister and Nita, wondering if the other female had some tricks up her sleeve that would harm Honor.

From one breath to the next, Honor was standing and then she was flying backward from a kick given by Nita. He moved to the right, trying to see what was transpiring even as Honor was back up and blurring back to where the other stood. There was a flurry of hits and kicks thrown. His sister’s familiar battle cry rung out, but Nita was as silent as a wraith. Dust kicked up all around the two, allowing glimpses of them moving, flipping, sliding, and standing. When the timer dinged Nita was in the same spot as she’d been when the battle began. Her messy bun was a little lopsided, and her chest rose and fell a little faster. Other than that, she appeared unfazed. His sister on the other hand was bent over at the knees, breathing like she’d run a marathon. Her clothing, what was left of them, was blood and dirt stained.

“Holy fuck, you’re something else. I need you to show me how you do that forward kick with so much power. I swear I felt my soul leave my body the moment you hit me.” Honor stood straight, rubbing her chest.

Nita nodded. “You got it. It’s all about knowing they’re coming at you. You lift your right leg, shrug your shoulders, and take a deep breath. Your arms work as a conduit as you roll them, and when they’re within striking distance, you pop your leg out, exhaling the breath you held while pushing your hands straight down. For me, it adds strength to the kick.”

“Maybe you can show her and any others who’d like to learn the technique?” Brock advised.

Hurricane realized during the sparring, his pack hadn’t fared as well as the other pack. They hadn’t been beaten to bloody pulps, but they sure as fuck hadn’t kicked ass and taken names. It’s possible their strengths were in their wolven forms, or was it because they all held back?

BROCK COULD SEE THE questions and anger in his son Hurricane’s gaze. The male wasn’t always easy to read, but now that the sparring was over, and the training was going to begin, he needed to step up and put the male on a steady footing. “Alright, that was a very insightful sparring. All of our males and females are amazing and showed great abilities on the field today. I thank all of you for showcasing your skills.”

Hurricane gave a nod. His brawny arms flexed as he stood with them crossed over an equally muscular chest. Brock figured it had been hard for him to watch his crew get their asses whipped, but his son kept a stoic expression on his face.

“Now that we’ve finished with the expo, Hurricane, Tank, me, and whoever Hurricane chooses to stand with him and also monitor the mock battles. We will walk around and help all of you while you all switch with different partners for the rest of the morning until lunch. We will tell you when it’s time to switch and which partner you’ll be battling next as we mix the partners up between both packs. There’s water set up at each corner of the arena and of course if you need a break raise your hand and get one of our attentions. Any questions?” Brock asked, seeing several of his pack shuffling their feet in the dirt.

When there was no rumbling, he and Tank moved into place up on the dais so they could watch the others. Hurricane and Honor came to stand next to them, which wasn’t a huge surprise since his son was the alpha, but his daughter Honor, he didn’t think was the beta of the pack. She definitely wasn’t the next strongest after her brother, but Brock wasn’t going to shake the bond they were forming.

“Did you two sleep well last evening?” Brock asked, watching over the group of males and females. His pack was made up of over fifty with only about ten or twelve missing from this morning’s exercises.

Hurricane gave a non-committal grunt while Honor brushed her arm against his.

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