REBORN UNDER THE FULL MOON
Chapter 115: Undercover Shadows

Axel's POV.

My first fight was against the Alpha of Brinfest. Having fully recovered all thanks to Lyra's intense care and Amira's glowing love towards me, I was qualified to participate in the tournament. "Would you be there to see me win tomorrow?" I asked Lyra for the umpteenth time.

"I gave a promise, Axel, I'll be there, unless there's a diversion along the way," she replied, as we took a stroll to the mall.

"That's nice. So, on whose side are you on?" I asked in an attempt to maintain the conversation.

"What do you expect? I've not seen your opponent, so he has no chance of being my favourite for the contest,"

"You'll see a lot of him in the contest," I replied, stretching to grab her hands, but she lifted her hands a little higher, preventing me from reaching it.

I smiled.

"I'm afraid I'll not fully be a spectator. Only your fights would I attend. I feel best when I handle the sword, not watching others fight," she replied, fully aware of my moves.

"Wow, I'm glad to be the reason you attend the tournament," I said.

"You should be," She replied, smirking.

"So, how good are you with the sword?" she asked me.

Lyra's Pov

"I'm the Alpha of this pack, I'm a born fighter," he replied boasting.

He obviously had no idea what he would to face in the tournament; men, full werewolves and hybrids... hybrids who are regarded as the Grand species in terms of warship. "How surprised would you be if you lose your first fight? "I asked him hoping to get him to train before the fight.

"I hope I understand what you meant by that," he replied

"I was hoping I could persuade you to practice before the contest, or I'm afraid you'll be bound to lose," I informed him.

"Hmm, I don't think that's necessary, Lyra. I just don't see it's necessity," he replied, demonstrating with his hands.

"You think so? Alright. May we test your wings then, perhaps I'm wrong, you might be stronger and more ready than I thought, "I said, teasing him, for I knew he greatly loved flattering.

"Oh, alright then, get ready to learn new skills and fighting steps, and also get ready to be defeated," he said. I truly felt sorry for him, as I knew that even if he eventually succeeds in the contest, he's clearly no match for me. I began to feel scared that I may weaken his boldness and guts by defeating him a day before the contest, so I resolve to take it easy on him.

"Good. I happen to have two swords are the ready in my place, and the open field there would be good for practice, " I said.

"No place is better than the Royal Chamber, but since we're close to your home and you claim to have good swords there, then let's go and get your butts kicked, "

The wolf in me giggled at the joke.

Kyle's POV

I learnt a lot from my practice with Edward, but most importantly, I learnt not to underestimate a tutor. I taught I knew it all.

Heading back to the building I stayed, someone caught my attention.

He was walking towards my direction, but I didn't notice him at first. He bumped on each other, then I noticed him.

"Hey watch where you're going!" exclaimed, rather irritated by our clash.

"Oh...I'm......" I stopped my statement as the strong familiarity hit me.

"....sorry, I'm sorry, obviously didn't see you...coming," I said, finally replaceing my voice. I want mistaken in the least, as had striking features that I couldn't forget easily. He had a dark brown, curly hair, tied back with a ribbon. He was olive-toned, with a warm, golden undertone, and a strong expressive facial stricture, possessing a slender but compact physique. A hybrid.

Jason.

He was a servant to Ryker, but vanished suddenly after the war against the pack. I trained him personally to be a good fighter, and he as well trained other warriors, becoming a tutor in the process. Word had it that he found a new master South of the Great river. Nothing was heard of him since then.

He obviously recognized me and instantly hastened his footsteps without looking back.

What would he be doing in this pack?

"Suspicious," I said to myself, I later reasoned that his new master is probably a contestant in the tournament. With that I dismissed the thought of him. Antonio's POV

"Did he recognize you?" I asked Jason, my armour bearer.

"Yes my Lord, he paused a lot while addressing me, and I was sure that he did recognize me," he replied, bowing his head.

"Hmm, interesting," I said, getting up. I stroked my moustache, walking slowly to him.

"Ahhhh!!! forgive me my Lord, for.... give.... me..." he screamed, choking severely as I hit him hard in his abdomen.

"Sciocco!!!" I exclaimed angrily, hitting him again. I bent to him, raising his face up I tore into it deeply with my claws.

"Ahh!! forgive me my Lord...." he exclaimed again.

"That way he won't recognize you, would he?"

"Would he!!!? I asked in a high tone, tearing his face more, blood gushing all over.

"He won't my Lord, please forgive me," he pleaded,

I wiped away the blood on his clothe and returned to my sit.

"You must never step foot outside this cottage, or you'll breath your last sooner that you wish, "I warned.

"You wish, my Lord," he tried to say amidst fits of cough

".... is my command," he completed.

"Excellent," I replied.

"We must be careful, or we would all end up like him, " I said, referring to my men.

"We must be careful not to ruin my grand plan, he almost did, "I pointed at Jason.

"He must not see or recognize any of you, it would only draw attention to our plan, and that's not what we need at the moment, "I warned, for I knew Kyle to be smart enough not to leave small details, and I feared he might come looking for Jason.

"Jason, you've been a good bearer, and you know the consequences of your actions," I said to him.

"Yes my Lord, forgive me my Lord," he replied, fully knowing what he meant by the question.

Suddenly his witch appeared before him, bowing down. It was usual for her to come before us unannounced, so my men were not moved, except Jason, who had a clue on why she came.

"My Lord, shall I take him, he is needed," she stated, moving round Jason in circles.

"He is yours," I said.