Chapter 63
63. Zarian’s Training
I had managed to secure myself a small room and bathroom at the new inn, which was called The
White Mist. The inn owner had simply given me a once over before telling me he expected me to pay
the rent on every full moon. He warned me that if I was even a day late, he would boot me, and so I
had paid for six months in advance, which appeased him greatly.
The room was nice and clean, with simple furnishing and an adjoining bathroom. It was warm too.
I had gotten all my things brought over for me. I had placed the keys to the cabin with a small note into
an envelope and I had left it on the table at the cabin.
That moment had felt like a resolution. When I had left my childhood home, I had promised to be
strong, yet I had fallen so deeply into things with Theon that I once again let my heart be broken.
Losing sight of what I wanted.
It still hurt, every night he lingered on my mind; his gaze, his touch, the comfort and emotions he
awakened within me, but I refused to let it overpower me.
The following day after securing my room I had gone for my uniform fitting. The Zeta rank wore a dark
grey uniform with black accents to it. None of the standard sizes fitted me and so the tailor had told me
to come back to collect it in three days’ time.
It had now been four days since the day Zarian had agreed to train me, and he did so every day.
Sticking to his words and the only promise he had asked of me was to stay committed.
“Again.” His smooth voice came as I breathed heavily, I was bent over on all fours, fighting the fatigue
that consumed me
Zarian may not be a warrior, but he knew how to push me to my limits until my body screamed for
reprieve. He was good with weapons and with his element, using them both together in a way that
intrigued me greatly. I wondered what he was back in his own kingdom, or what he once was long ago.
He was a mystery that I knew nothing of.
There were two training sessions, the morning one was lighter, and I was able to function after, but the
evening training was far more extreme, leaving me exhausted. It required trust and when Zarian had
asked me that first session if I trusted him, I had said yes. I had to because when he was done, I often
held no power to even move.
Right now was the evening session, and we were far away from the safety of the walls of Westerfell as
Zarian stood over me, arms crossed as he stared down at me. His wind element whipping around him
powerfully, and I could feel it swirling around me. There were eight elements; wind, water, fire, earth,
ice, lightning, shadow, and light. Each one powerful in its own right. 1 “What’s wrong? Feeling
useless?” His hard, cold voice came as I struggled to pick myself up.
Emotion.
It wasn’t even our second lesson when he realised that only when I was emotional could I call forth my
powers, and I had managed to do so in last night’s session. But it was only a small display of power,
similar to the ice I had created in the hidden area of the castle.
“I’m not useless.” I said coldly. “Really? Then why are you not beta? Why were you unable to keep your
rank? You really are a disappointment.”
I knew what he was doing, he was trying to trigger me off, but even then, it did hurt. I could handle
insults.
“I’m not.” I said despite trying to push my emotions, the pressure of his powers pushing me to bow my
head before him. He crouched before me, taking hold of my chin and forcing it up to look into his violet
eyes.
“Really? Then why did Theon of Westerfell cast you aside? Even he did not want you. Tell me my
beautiful student, aside from your beauty, is there anything more to you?”
Anger flared through me, and the crushing reminder of Theon’s betrayal rushed through me. “You were
nothing more than something to use and cast aside, if he really cared, he wouldn’t have left you… But
that is all you are worth, nothing more. You are a shame to the De’Lacor name.”
“I am not a shame to my parents’ name!” I snapped, the pressure of his power was crushing me and I
pushed against it with all my will, it was all I had.
“You are. Right now, despite being a beta rank wolf, you are bowing before a fae. I wonder what your
parents would think Would they be disappointed in the daughter they had high hopes for?”
My anger flared and I glared at him. A sudden painful pull ripped through my stomach and I gasped as
lightning flashed in the sky above.
“Useless, pathetic and wolf less.” Zarian said, his eyes glinting with scorn. “You can’t even withstand
the small amount of my powers that any wolf would be able to.”
I’m not weak
I am not pathetic! “I don’t blame Theon for leaving you, no one wants such a weak woman by their
side.” I wasn’t weak or useless!
“Trash.”
“You’re wrong! I was foolish to fall for Theon, but I am not worthless! I am worth more, far more. A
man’s opinion counts for nothing!” I snapped pushing against his power, my patience snapping. Using
all my will I managed to stand up, pushing his powers back. A flash of lightning illuminated the sky,
striking the ground inches from where Zarian had stood moments earlier. A swirl of wind whipping
around him in a protective shield.
A blast of wind knocked him off his feet and I felt the temperature drop. Looking at the ground I saw the
ice spreading from beneath my feet and out across the ground. From the corner of my eyes, I saw
Zarian regain his balance, crouched on the ground holding his stance as I felt my anger swirling around
me.
I was going to hurt him.
I gasped and the flashing lightning in the sky vanished. The whipping wind around me stilled and I
staggered back from the ice that was beneath my feet, but in every direction as far as I could see there
was a layer of ice covering the ground. I suddenly felt as if I had been hit by a huge boulder, feeling
exhausted, the agony in my stomach easing up and I fell to my knees, shaking. Zarian waved his hand
getting rid of his own barrier created by his element and stepping closer to me.
“Impressive. How do you feel?”
“Annoyed.” I glared at him, my voice coming out as a hoarse murmur.
“My apologies, you really are hard to rile up.” He smiled sexily, and I simply made a face, feeling
drained. “Where are you drawing your powers from?” He asked, crouching in front of me as rain began
pouring down, drenching us both.
“It feels like my stomach…” I whispered, clutching my stomach. He nodded, “And do you feel it spread
through you when you summon it? “Summon? No… I just feel a pull and intense pain, like something is
being ripped inside of me.
He frowned, “That doesn’t sound right… may I take a look at your stomach?” I nodded, reaching for my
shirt with shaking hands when I realised, I was wearing a corset. “Allow me.” Zarian said, and reaching
over he began to undo my corset. I knew if I wasn’t feeling so exhausted, I would feel very self-
conscious but I didn’t. Once he had removed it, he pulled my shirt up to my breasts, looking at my
stomach. “Hold it.” He commanded. I nodded as I tucked my legs under me and sat up straight, holding
my shirt up from my stomach. Even that felt like a task.
He placed his hand on my stomach, closing his eyes and I felt pressure in my stomach. He glanced up
at me, as if trying to look for a reaction.
“Does that hurt?”
I shook my head. “It just feels like a pressure.”
“Strange… I might need to do some research… Something isn’t right.” “Great, now I’m a malfunctioning
hybrid too.” I sighed unable to keep the bitterness from my voice.
He smirked as he looked up at me.
“You are anything but malfunctioning, it’s almost as if something is blocking you from using your
abilities.” He said thoughtfully.
I frowned, “Like a seal?” Wasn’t that the same issue that Charlene was having? “Yes, which makes me
think someone wanted to keep your… other side a secret… How many
people know of your abilities?” “Just you, Charlene and Theon. Oh and maybe Madelia, one of the
royal mages. She saw I could withstand a very low temperature.” “Make sure you don’t tell anyone
further, at least until I find some answers.” He said brushing his fingers down my stomach, making a
tingles of pleasure rush to my core. I blushed as I realised he was still touching me and swatted his
hand away. Before I quickly pulled my shirt down, making him laugh. “I was enjoying that.”
“You’re a pervert.” I frowned, but I didn’t feel angry. “What element do you think I have? Ice?
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