CARAThe Martial Base is bigger than any establishment I have ever seen in Greenwood.I have been here with my dad. Countless times since I was a kid. But every new time I step my feet onto these grounds, I feel like I am being sucked up into its harsh but mesmerizing beauty.I slowly drive my car forward towards the giant gates guarding the entrance of the base. Their onyx colour is a darker sync to the deep ash color of the high, barbed wired four walls guarding the base perimeter.As I approach the gates, I lower my car window and poke out my head just in time to hear a familiar baritone voice ringing out from the left watchtower stationed on the left high side of the gates.That's fucking Jasper. I can recognize his aquaman voice anywhere.“Cara!” He looks down at me with a smile.I give him a bright one in return. “Open the damn gates Jasper.”“Easy princess.” He drawls out with a smirk, and disappears back into the watchtower.Seconds later, the gates open wide, and I drive thro
CARAI take a huge bite.Dear goddess…. It feels like all my taste buds just got electricifed to life.Kian has really mastered this baking stuff superpower.“Hmmm,” I moan, taking another bite. “Maybe this cake is also one of the reasons why that girl followed you here, Kian. It tastes so damn good.”“Thanks.” He says with a corky smile.Rhia swiftly steals a cake chunk from Kian and tucks it inside her jacket, eyeing him. “If you end up not teaching me how you made these—”“Calm down tigress,” he shoves his floppy onyx hair off his forehead with a chuckle. “You know I don't go back on my word.”“You better not. You are too handsome for me to chop and mash you into dog food for Silver.”Silver is Rhia's German Shepherd. Huge with fluffy silver fur with sparses of faint black strands. That pet of hers can smell a fading scent as far as six hundred paces away from a single spot.“Silver loves me.” Kian defends. “She would never eat me even if I am processed into dog food.”These two….
CARAI was wrong back there in the briefing room. Everything about this job looks like it will be so damn hard.Thanks to Dane, it took me a full whole minute before I could finally breathe properly again after I climbed down that podium and left the briefing room.But now, once again, I am finding it hard to breathe, thanks to the mountain piles of paperwork I am currently staring at right here in my new office.They look like tall skyscrapers, and they seem to be waiting comfortably and patiently for their new mistress right there on the floor beside the corners of my desk.“Garrick really left a shit ton of work before he got sacked.” Sienna, my subordinate in charge of weapon maintenance, hisses as she joins me too in staring at the piles. “I am here if you need any help, and to be honest, you will be needing tons of it.”I sigh. She is right, and I am instantly in love with her trait of not mincing words with me. I love working with people who are honest, open, and straightforwar
CARAI gasp. Damn…Using raw silver in battle!? That will be one hell of a deadly machination against the vicious rogues now dwelling in the Wastelands if they ever dream of laying ambush on our pack.To be honest, I hate war drums and battle fields, but just like my mum always says, so long as good and bad exist in this world, there will always be a border line and power tussle between the two.My ears spike up in full attention as Sienna continues speaking. “My idea was just about melting silver ore into its molten form, its liquid form. Next, that liquid is poured into a weapon, like a handy plasma gun, but a handy plasma gun that is lightweight but can also bear the heat temperature of the molten silver.”“Whoah. Tell me more.” I press on.“Imagine condensing millions of tiny silver particles into its fluid nature and delivering it straight to the enemy in full capacity, like shooting lethal liquid bullets off from a rifle. It will just hit past the skin and muscles, and diffuse d
CARAThe sparring gym is filled already with all fifty of us by the time I arrive. And surely, I am definitely screwed….My prediction was right. Dane is here.My heartbeat skyrockets the instant my eyes lock on him.He is dressed in dark green combat trousers and a tight-fitted short-sleeve black shirt that only seem to accentuate his muscled arms and broad chest, making no effort to hide how fucking sexy his body is.My pulse races in my veins. He sure as hell definitely works out a lot….Standing right there in the spacious center of the large bi-circular sitting formation created by the others, he is whispering to my brother Al, who smiles afterwards and ruffles Dane's hair.“Cara, join the others.” I am ripped out of my staring trance when I realize that it is Gamma Carmden’s voice talking to me from the back of the circle.Damn, she is here. And she is now striding boldly through the circle's path as she makes her way towards the center where Dane stands….I instantly avert my
CARAMy heart is still slamming hard against my chest, each new beat more paralyzing than the last.All my emotions right now are like a mighty tsunami—a thick, wickedly entwined rollercoaster mix of pain, longing, anger, and desire—all twisting and whipping violently within me like stormy waves. All at once.And it only happens with him in the room. In my space. In my head.I can't stop feeling this way whenever I am around him, no matter how much I try to. Dane is really, really fucking with my mind. My heart.My everything. “Everyone, also assess yourselves as you watch them and learn.” Gamma Carmden says to the other forty eight watching Dane and I before she turns to the sparring ring.“You both may begin.”That statement of her sounds like a fucking timer just got tapped on. I take in a deep breath, hold it in, and let it out.This sparring shit is about to get real. Worse, I am about to do it with an opponent that is now rendering me breathless again just with his fucking sexy
CARAI watch from the window of my office as the sunset dips below the mountainous ranges surrounding the base.And the view is so beautiful….My stomach grumbles with hunger. I grumble back and massage my hand gently over it.Despite going through that intense sparring with Dane, I ate just a single meat burger and water for lunch.I was too busy to care about eating proper food.Also, if I had eaten the sumptuous heavy filled plate of the Moo Shu Pork meal—my favourite—that Rhia nearly tricked me into eating, I would not have been able to finish sorting out those piles of paperwork that Garrick punished me with.And here is why.During digestion processes of heavy meals in the gastrointestinal tract, there is a decrease in the supply of blood to the brain, due to the suppression of the sympathetic part of the autonomic nervous system.This decrease in blood flow can make you feel a little bit dizzy or sleepy. Like you are suddenly tired and in need of a warm, soft, cozy bed.I can't
CARABreathless.I can't…. I can't breathe properly. I feel…. I feel like my brain is about to burst out of my head. “Cara?”“W–where… where is he?” I stammer out.“Last I checked, he was in your dad's study office. I am guessing they should be done by now.” Her hand caresses my left cheek softly. “Is everything alright darling?”I manage to flash her a weak smile and a couple of nods. “Yeah. I–I am just hungry and tired. I want to go to my room now.” I sputter out, standing up to my feet.”I bend and give her a quick peek on the cheek. “Goodnight mum.”“Goodnight darling. Sweet dreams.”“Sweet dreams.” I chorus back as I begin to head for the stairs, with only one destination raging throughout my entire mind….Dad's office. I get to the stairs and begin to climb. I can't fucking believe this. Mum was clearly not joking or laughing when she was saying that Dane will be living here with us. But I have to confirm for myself.I need to hear the news from the damned horse’s mouth if he