Chapter 61 The audience
Chapter 61: the audience
Milo pov
I struggled to catch it, but missed by inches apart, it unceremoniously clattered to the ground at my foot.
I sucked it a deep breath.
It was not the blunt wooden training sticks I had trained with james, noo, this was a real sword, with its sharp and cold blades. I marveled at the weight of such foreign instrument and how heavy it felt while holding it.
I stared at it. “Is this…”
“It’s time you see yourself for who you are,” Master said, his voice cold, “not what you want people to think you are.”
A shiver ran through my body following the master's reply, but before I could even form a reply, faster than what James could do, he flew at me.
The first swing came so fast I barely had time to raise my blade awkwardly in my front, It came with enough force that made my hands shake under the force. I swore my bones rattled inside me just from the first swing.
I took several steps back like a cornered animal, forcing my trembling feet to hold on the ground. Every nerve screamed at me to turn around and run, but I know the truth.
I can never make it far. Not with a plug strapped inside my ass. And master had this wild unrestrained look in his eyes. If I didn't want to impale myself on this sword, I would need to block all his incoming advances else…
That was how for the next several hours, I saw myself being brokened and stitched back together by my master. The sound of his boot echoed around me. As he circled me for the past ten minutes, correcting my stance with the tip of his blade like he was sketching insults on my skin.
“Again,” he ordered.
I adjusted my footing, gripping the heavy sword tighter.
“You are fighting like you are asking for permission,” he said, stepping into my space without permission. “No one’s going to ask for your permission when they go for the kill, Milo. You take it.”
“I’m trying,” I muttered, tears of frustration burning in my eyes
“Trying is for the dead! They tried to live as well.” His voice dropped, almost a whisper, but heavy enough to press against my chest. “If you don't want to be like them, then quit whining like a baby. ”
“Ahhhhh” I let out a scream, before attacking wildly at him. But he didn’t move, his hand moved a little, and that was all it took to see me tumbling forward awkwardly.
“Knees down, chest up.” master's shout reached me, snapping me out of my thoughts. But through the madness, I could see a twinkle of acknowledgement in my master's eyes. For a second I thought I had imagined it, but he didn’t give me time to find out.
Master was a lot faster than James. His movement sharper and more precise, almost merciless as he beared down at me. All my instincts swirled to life. My hairs stood up as My wolf lior surges to the surface, partially taking over my senses, he was guiding my steps, so that I don't die in the hands of my master…but despite the force and mercilessness, I could feel it. Master was holding back, almost like he was testing me.
“Bastard, i will lend you a little of my strength” lior growled inside my head, before a warm feeling flowed through my bones, traveling through my body like electricity.
Masters eyes widened but I didn’t see it, I gritted my teeths, the urge rising through me like a war song. And without knowing it I threw myself into the fight, every drop of my focus trained on master, as this time i led the charge, shocking master himself, but it was just a moment before he gladly met me.in the middle of the fighting stage.
parry, block, defend, strike… those words continued to ring in my mind like a chant, as I blocked one of master's hard strikes with pure instinct. The jolt of steel-on-steel vibrated up from my arm down to my lower body. I winced, until now I hadn't felt the pain of the plug, it came like a thief, stealing a fraction of my focus.
“You’re slow,” master taunted, he had a smile I dearly wished to knock out on his face.
A loud yelp escaped my lips, followed by a nipping pain at my ribs region. master had slipped past my guard just enough for the flat of his blade to tap my ribs. “Thinking about something, Milo?”
I glared at him, despite myself, heat crept up my neck, as I shifted uncomfortably on my foot. I knew this was just one of his numerous games he liked to play, one of the ways he liked to pull me apart for his own sick amusement.
We were circling each other now, more like me backing down. And master towering over me. To stop my mind from thinking wild, I asked him the question I knew he wouldn't want to answer. The question that has been burning inside me to ask since.
“ So about James…” I started, stepping back to avoid his sharp thrust.
“What about him, pet?” He asked with a scowl.
I have a knowing smile, I was succeeding in getting him riled up. “I figured he is on a holiday, or perhaps something happened for Cornell to be your new beta instead of James.”
His body tensed, the grip on his sword tightened, For a heartbeat, I saw a flicker, but then it was gone.
“He disobeyed direct orders”
“Which one is it?”
“That’s not your concern, pet.” he snarled this time, doing a back swing, almost catching me off guard, but my wolf was there to save the day.
“It is my concern,” I snarled, my teeth clenched as our swords locked. “I am tired of being kept in the dark.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, his speed doubled, his techniques changed, forcing me into pure survival mode, without knowing that he was herding me until my back hit the walI.
He stepped closer, our bodies almost touching. I could feel his hot hard breath on my face, tickling my nerves.
I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of his effect on me. “You’re playing games.”
“Am I?” His smirk widened.
“You’re avoiding it.”
“Careful,” he murmured, voice low enough to vibrate through me. “You keep pushing like that, you will find answers you don’t like.”
Heat rose from the pit of my stomach, my body felt like it was drawn to him, his smell of sweat and mixed with his cologne drove my already excited nerves crazy. My pulse pounded on my ears. My body screamed for me to close the gap between us... my breath hitched as his gaze dropped to my lips.
“Master,” Cornel’s irritating voice broke through the moment like glass. “The elders are demanding an audience. And this time with your…pet.”
My master's expression darkened. I tensed, not sure if it was from the news or the air that had suddenly grown cold.
Without another word, Master stormed off in anger. I stood there, heart pounding, body still reeling from the closeness and the heat that still danced under my skin. I didn’t know if I was relieved or… disappointed.
“Milo.”
His voice snapped me out of my confusion.
“Come!”
I jumped, legs moving before I could think, running after him.