Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Scarlett’s POV

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The courtyard rang with the clash of steel and the bark of orders. Warriors trained in tight formations, sweat glistening or their bare skin despite the cold. They usually trained early in the morning every day–with the supervision of their Alpha- but now their Alpha was buried in documents, so he sent me here–or more like I had requested to supervise them instea

I thought he would reject my offer because I was a Luna, but instead, he didn’t even look at me and directly agreed to let n train the rascals–his word, not mine.

I stepped onto the training ground. This time, they noticed me. All of their eyes fell on me, even though they were engage in fierce training. After their friendly clashes, they would look at me with curiosity. I could tell they were confused as to wh I was here and why the Alpha hadn’t shown up yet.

Until one of them couldn’t help asking me, “Uh, Luna. Are you lost?”

I looked at him as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his thick arm. I shook my head. “This is the courtyard where you train, right?”

“Yes.” They looked confused.

I smiled. “Then I’m not lost.”

“Oh.” He was taken aback. “Where’s Alpha, Luna?”

“He’s buried in paperwork right now, so he sent me here,” I said with a smile, making them pause.

One of the young warriors broke formation, his strike faltering, making me frown. “You left your left side open. If this were

a real battle, you would be dead now. You forgot the rules of a warrior. Leaving your side open means death. Go take your punishment!”

I paused and almost forgot that I wasn’t back in Crescent Moon.

I looked at them, realizing they were shocked by the tone I had used.

I hurriedly smiled. “I was simply confused. No need to take my words seriously.”

However, the young warrior who had left his side open bowed his head. “I’ll go take my punishment right now.”

“You don’t have-“I couldn’t even finish before he dashed off and started running laps in punishment.

My lips twitched and I couldn’t help but cover my face. Now they would surely think I was being too much, that I, a Luna whom they didn’t even recognize, dared to scold and punish them.

Hah. Anyway, adding more to the rumors wouldn’t hurt. After all, rumors about me riding Lucien’s coattails had already spread widely, so one about me daring to command Lucien’s warriors wouldn’t hurt much more.

“Wow… that’s so cool…”

I paused and looked at the person who said those words. His eyes glistened as he looked at me. “Have you been to war, Luna?”

I looked at his baby face and smiled. “Yes, I have.”

“Then… can you give me some advice with my stance?” His eyes shone.

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I couldn’t resist his enthusiasm and nodded. “Go on, attack me.”

“Is it okay? Won’t the Alpha punish me?” he asked.

A short, sharp laugh escaped me. “If you don’t attack, then I will.”

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That was all it took. He lunged, blade slicing through the air toward my shoulder. I turned aside neatly to avoid the blow and caught him with one hand, sending him off at another angle until he almost lost his footing.

“Too wide,” I said, my voice cutting like a whip. “Your enemy would bury steel in your ribs before you could recover.”

The boy flushed and reset his stance, but his shield sagged.

“Don’t argue,” I cut in, stepping forward. I lifted his arm, adjusting the angle of his shield with a firm push. “Here. Cover the gap. Your enemy won’t forgive it, so don’t give it to them.”

He swallowed hard but obeyed. This time when he charged, I met him head–on, driving into his shield with my shoulder. He staggered, but his stance didn’t collapse.

A murmur rippled through the onlookers. Stronger. Better.

An older warrior, scarred and weathered, stepped closer. “And against a flanking strike?” he asked carefully, eyes sharp.

I met his gaze. “Shift the formation two steps right. Let the flank break against your line instead of piercing it. Force them into your kill zone.”

The boy and the others adjusted, testing the move. Shields scraped into place; boots thudded in unison.

“Again,” I ordered. “Until it’s instinct.”

Their voices rose in unison, a rough chorus of acknowledgment. “Yes, Luna.”

The young warrior attacked once more, faster, testing me with a feint toward my left side. I spun around with ease, driving him back, and, putting my weight into him, held him until his shield edged up stiff against the line. This time, the impact resounded sharp and solid. No weakness.

A pause stretched. Then the scarred warrior nodded once, approval shining in his eyes. The others followed, one by one.

“Let’s do it again, Luna!” Now almost all of them joined in, nearly wearing me out.

So full of energy.

After the round of training, I was about to go back to my room to take a bath, when Kathleen called me.

“What is it?” I asked while wiping sweat from my face with my shirt.

Kathleen delivered it, parchment crisp in her hands. “The border patrol has requested your presence,” she said, eyes searching mine. “Not as a guest. As a participant.”

I raised a brow. “A test, then.”

“Or a trap,” she murmured.

The warriors of Nightshade were already mounted, their dull armor glowing in the pale light, assembled in the courtyard

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when I entered. Their eyes cut toward me–skepticism sharp as blades. Some muttered behind gloved handa Laren’s pe What does she know of war?

I looked at them and noticed that most of them hadn’t been at the training ground earlier.

Lucien stood near the front, his horse restless beneath him. His gaze swept the warriors, then landed on me. Calm Sorady Too steady.

“You’re so stubborn. I told you to leave this to me,” he said as I approached.

“You know I wouldn’t suggest it if I couldn’t do it. I’m not seeking death,” I replied.

His jaw tightened. He studied me for a long moment, then gave the faintest nod. “Then stay close to me.”

I mounted, ignoring the murmurs that followed. One warrior, broad and scarred, muttered loud enough to be heard, ‘She’ll slow us down.”

I turned in the saddle, meeting his gaze directly. “Then ride faster.”

A ripple of laughter cut through the tension, though not kindly. Still, no one argued further.

We set out.

We rode through the forest–cold and thick–without speaking, the beat of hooves providing a steady rhythm. My breath fogged in the air. Every nerve hummed with alertness, the bond to Kaya pulsing faintly beneath my skin.

We rode for an hour before it happened.

The first growl split the air, followed by the crash of underbrush. Then they were upon us–rogues, snarling, eyes wild with hunger.

Chaos erupted.

ircle formation!” Lucien barked.

But the flank wavered, confusion breaking the line. A rogue lunged at a young warrior, teeth snapping. Without thinking. I spurred forward, intercepting. My blade met flesh, hot blood spraying across my hand.

“Hold the line!” I shouted, my voice cutting sharper than fear. “Shift right! Force them inward!”

The warriors hesitated, then obeyed, the circle tightening. Rogues slammed against shields but couldn’t break through.

Another lunged from the side. I ducked low, driving my blade up into its belly. Hot breath hit my cheek as it collapsed. My heart hammered, but my hands remained steady.

Lucien was there then, his sword flashing, cutting down a rogue that had broken through. He glanced at me once–brief. fierce–and something unspoken passed between us.

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