The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

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Conrad did not like how threatened I have been in the last few days so he urged that I take personal training with him seriously and I agreed because I really loved the idea of being able to protect myself with or without him.

When I arrived, he was already there, standing at the center of the field with his attention set forward, his posture composed and focused.

I stepped onto the ground without speaking, taking in the layout before letting my gaze settle on him. The space was open marked for structured drills rather than display, and the wolves present kept their distance as if they understood this was not a public exercise.

Conrad turned toward me then, his eyes moving over me briefly before he closed the space between us with measured steps.

“You will not stand beside me with strategy alone,” he stated, his voice calm but firm as he stopped within arm’s reach. “What is coming will not give you time to think through every move.”

I held his gaze, my shoulders straight as I absorbed that without resistance.

“I am not expecting it to,” I replied, keeping my tone steady as I adjusted my stance slightly.

He watched that adjustment, then nodded once, as if acknowledging/both my answer and my readiness.

“Then we begin,” he said.

The first set of movements was simple in structure but demanding in execution, and it became clear quickly that he was not testing strength alone, but control, timing, and response under pressure.

He demonstrated once, his movements precise and efficient/then stepped back just enough for me to take position. I followed the sequence carefully, matching what I had observed while keeping my focus on maintaining balance.

“Your footing is off,” he noted, stepping closer without breaking the rhythm of the drill.

Before I could correct it fully, his hand came to my side, adjusting my position with controlled pressure, guiding my stance rather than forcing it. The contact was brief, but it was direct, and I felt the correction immediately as my weight shifted into a more stable position.

“Again,” he instructed.

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I repeated the movement, this time holding the alignment he had set, and the difference was immediate. He stayed close, watching each adjustment, stepping in only when necessary, and each correction was clear, deliberate, and grounded in

purpose.

“Do not anticipate the next step too early,” he added, his voice low as he moved around me. “React when it happens, not before.”

I exhaled lightly, resetting before moving again, this time letting the sequence unfold without forcing it. The repetition built gradually, each movement becoming more controlled, more precise, and I began to understand the rhythm he was pushing me toward

It was not about speed. It was about consistency. As the session continued, the space between us narrowed without either of us acknowledging it directly. He stepped in to correct positioning more often, adjusting my shoulders, guiding my arms. shifting my balance when it faltered, and each contact had the same controlled intent.

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hd noi pull away, and he did not hesitate, and that alone changed the dynamic between us in a way that was difficult to ignore.

At one point, during a faster sequence, I misjudged my footing slightly, my weight shifting too far forward as I moved into the next step. Before I could sorrect it, Conrad moved in, his hand coming to my arm while the other steadied my side, redirecting the motion without stopping it.

“Do not break the movement,” he said, his voice close as he adjusted my stance in real time.

I followed through, letting the correction guide me rather than resisting it, and the sequence completed without collapse. When it ended, I remained where I was, aware of how close he still stood, the space between us reduced to almost nothing

Neither of us stepped back immediately.

“You hesitated,” he noted after a moment, though his tone carried no criticism.

“I adjusted,” I replied, lifting my gaze to meet his.

A slight pause followed, his eyes holding mine as if weighing that response.

“Next time, do it without the delay,” he answered.

I nodded once, though I did not move away.

The moment stretched longer than necessary before he stepped back, creating distance again without making it abrupt.

We continued for another stretch of time, moving through more advanced sequences, each one building on the last.

By the time we reached the final set, the need for verbal instruction had reduced, and I found myself adjusting without waiting for correction, responding to his movements as they came rather than thinking through each step.

He noticed.

“You are beginning to respond instead of react,” he observed, his tone measured as he slowed the pace.

“I am learning the pattern,” I replied, drawing in a steady breath as I reset my stance.

“There is no pattern in a real fight,” he answered.

“Then I will learn to adapt,” I retorted, holding his gaze with certainty.

A faint shift crossed his expression, not approval in words, but something that settled between us without needing to be spoken.

Before the next movement could begin, another presence entered the space, and I felt it before I turned. A female wolf stepped forward from the edge of the field, her posture confident, her attention fixed directly on Conrad.

“This is unnecessary,” she stated, her tone sounding offensive to me.

Conrad did not turn fully toward her, but his attention shifted enough to acknowledge her presence.

“State your concern,” he replied, his voice even.

Her gaze moved to me briefly before returning to him, and the pause that followed was deliberate.

“She is being trained as if she already holds a position she has not earned,” she said, her chin lifting slightly.

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remained where was, not stepping forward, not stepping back, allowing the exchange to unfold without inserting myself. Conrad turned then, facing her fully, and the shift in his presence was immediate, not aggressive, but absolute.

“She stands where I place her he answered, his tone firm and leaving no room for interpretation. “That position does not need your approval.”

The wolf held his gaze for a moment longer, then inclined her head slightly, accepting the boundary without further challenge.

“As you command,” she replied before stepping back.

The interruption ended as quickly as it began, but the impact lingered.

I did not react immediately, though I was aware of the shift in myself, not from her words, but from the way he had addressed them. It was not defensive, not emotional, it was simply decisive, and that carried more weight than anything else.

Conrad turned back to me, his expression unchanged.

“We continue,” he stated.

I nodded once, resetting my stance without comment.

The remainder of the session passed without further interruption, but the awareness between us had deepened, shaped by more than just movement. When it ended, we stepped away from the center of the field, the intensity easing into something quieter as we moved toward the edge.

“You held your ground,” he noted, his voice calm as he glanced at me.

“I was not going to step back.” I answered, brushing a strand of hair away from my face as I met his gaze.

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