Well I wrote this chapter yesterday and I really like it, so I thought I’d share it with you. It comes a fair way through the book and may change a little before it makes it onto Amazon. Hope you enjoy it 😀
“If you’re going to do this, then you need to know how to fight,” Rhys said softly.
Misha nodded, determined to do whatever it took to protect her friend.
“You’ll get training from me, Kaitlin and Brent every day for at least three hours in the mornings: eight until eleven. After that you can do whatever you please for the rest of the day.”
Her mouth had dropped open at the number of hours expected of her and was still hanging open when Rhys beckoned her closer with his hand.
She took a cautious step forward and before she knew it she was flat on her back on the blue mats covering the floor of the training room. Her head was still spinning from her spin through the air at the hands of Rhys who was staring down at her unimpressed, with his arms folded across his chest. “I want to know how to do that,” she said.
He grinned in response and nodded before offering her his hand and pulling her to her feet. “We’ll start with the very basics: pressure points. These are places you can hit that cause a lot of pain. We’ll stick to the easy ones for now.” He pointed to his head, “The face has many, for instance, the forehead and nose. The collarbone is also a good one. With enough force behind the hit, you can break it and disable your attacker. Lower areas you might be able to guess.”
Rhys nodded, “A very painful area on a man; he’ll drop like a stone, but don’t expect it to work on everyone you come across in battle. They’ll expect the move and it may end up being your downfall.”
“Another good area is the knee. A good kick and the knee will be useless and won’t support your attacker’s weight,” he smiled suddenly; “I’d just make sure you have sturdy footwear on or it could be painful for both of you.”
She was instantly itching to try the pressure points out, “Can we practise?”
The Alpha’s lips quirked, “I don’t think Brent or Kaitlin will be so happy with us if we did.”
“Then what’s the point of this?” She asked. “We’re shifters; we heal,” she added as she turned away to leave.
“Misha? You need to know this if you want your plan to work.”
With a huff she turned back. “Alright.”
“A fist is better for smaller areas such as the nose. On larger areas like the stomach,” he grabbed her hand and made a partial fist, making sure her knuckles were sticking out, “hitting someone like this will hurt a lot more than a normal punch; less surface area for a large target. More surface area for a small target. You get that?”
She wiggled her knuckles and momentarily wondered if she’d get away with testing his words out. Rhys’ fingers closed over her hand, “Don’t even think about it.”
Grinning up at him, she fluttered her lashes, “Now would I do that?”
He snorted and let her go, simultaneously taking a step back. “A palm strike is another good move to use.” Rhys showed her how the move worked in slow motion, drawing his palm up in front of his body and then pushing outwards. He then repeated it quicker and she tilted her head to the side, watching how he moved. “If you can get enough power behind it, you can push an enemy far enough back to begin a counter-attack.”
Misha nodded, Rhys’ words seeming to sink in like water into a sponge.
“This one, we can try,” he added and then took a few steps back from her. “You need to spread your feet wider and bend your knees a little, like you would in a fighting stance, and then put as much power into your palm as you can when I get close enough to you; just strike out aiming for the centre of my chest. Ready?”
Nodding, she watched him come closer and when he was within striking distance she sent her palm out in front of her hard, catching him in the chest and sending him stumbling a step backwards.
Rhys rubbed at the spot and nodded. “That was good, but you could have done with more power behind it. You need to draw it from every inch of your being and direct it into your palm.” The way he said it made it sound easy and she curled her top lip at him, making him chuckle. “I admit it was good for a first attempt.”
“How good are you at punching?”
Her grimace was his answer.
They spent the rest of the training session with Rhys showing her how to throw a punch with one of the many punching bags because she’d never hit anyone in her life; well, not with the intention of seriously hurting them anyway.
An hour and a half later, Misha wiped her brow with the back of her forearm and sat on the floor with her back against the wall to drink from the water bottle Rhys had produced for her half way through the session. She was aching all over and was sweating profusely. With her back to the wall, she managed to avoid looking at the reflection of her sweaty self in the mirrors that ran along the entire right hand wall. It wouldn’t be a pretty sight, she was sure.
“You did well for a newbie,” Rhys complimented from his position a few feet to her left, where he was applying white tape to his hands, like he had done hers earlier when they had first started with the punch bag.
Was he going to box?
Misha smiled, “Thanks.”
The door opened on the far side of the room and she glanced across to see Brent walk in, he had a dark blue towel around his neck and no shirt on. He was carrying a large duffel bag that he set on the ground, his muscles rippling deliciously.
Her mouth watered at the sight of him and she licked her dry lips. He was absolutely gorgeous.
It was obvious he hadn’t noticed her yet and, with her scent already in the room from the sweat she’d shed, she watched as he took a great lungful of air to breathe in her scent. His eyes closed in pleasure. “She smells fucking amazing,” he rumbled, “I have no idea how I’m supposed to keep it professional around her during training when her scent alone is enough to bring me to my knees.”
Rhys chuckled as he finished taping his hands and looked at her on the floor, eyes wide. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“Seriously, I get the mother of all hard-ons whenever I catch the slightest hint of her scent. It’s crazy. How do you cope?”
The Alpha walked over to his second and patted him on the back consolatory, “The obvious way.”
A groan came from Brent and he shoved both hands roughly through his hair. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve tried everything. She always pushes me away in the end.”
“I’m sure she’s just scared. Having her parents force their opinions on her at a young age was going to warp her own views. Give her time.”
“I’ve given her almost four months to get used to this. I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself if she pushes me away again when we’re so close to reaching the finish line. It’s torture.”
Rhys’ gaze flared amber, “You better be able to stop, Brent, or I’ll hunt you down and kill you myself.”
Raking a hand down his face, he groaned. “That sounded really bad, didn’t it? It wasn’t meant to. I just can’t handle this whole blowing hot and cold routine. She needs to make her mind up. She either wants me or she doesn’t.”
Having listened in silence and so far undetected, she felt she needed to speak out in her own defence. “I do want you,” she said quietly. Brent’s head shot around to where she was sat on the floor and his eyes widened. “I just need a few more days before…well, just before,” she finished lamely.
Climbing to her feet she pushed away from the mirror and keeping her head bowed shuffled past the two men and headed out of the room.
I sent it to Natalie and she was listening to “Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon at the same time she read it and she said it had become her song for the scene. But then suggested “Sex on Fire” as well.
I’m going to incorporate some music into the scene so I was just wondering what song you’d suggest?