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Salayna Silveri Salt …another week alter 

I manage to somehow not get completely annihilated in the pairings today. The loyalist I was paired up against in battle training had been off their game. No I didn’t want. But I didn’t get my ass kicked either. But even though I lose, the loyalist I was up against is pissed at me. As if I was the one that made her too hungover to be at the top of her game. 

“You did good.” Rylus says as he hands me a towel for my second busted lip this week. I hold the towel to it and just nod. 

“We should stay after. Work on your offense.” He says and I roll my eyes. I was still mad at him for calling me weak in front of everyone last week. I already know I’m weak. So does everyone else. But to have it said in front of everyone was a slap in the face that still sung even seven days later. Because Rylus was my friend. Is my friend? I don’t even know anymore. Because right now a wild seems to care about me more than my own loyalist best friend. 

“I’ll be training with the Captain” I say as the room starts to clear out and people whisper and look at me and Rylus. People knew now that we’d been friend before the Battle Guard. 

“You’ve been training an awful lot with him.” Rylus says and I just look at him, dabbing the towel on my lip. 

“He’s not your friend Salayna. Be careful around him.” Rylus says and I huff and roll my eyes. 

No. Dath Dragnost was not my friend. But he wasn’t my enemy either. Right now he was my Captain and in private was the best damn stress relief I would ever find. 

“I am careful.” I say. Not even sure if it’s a lie. Because was it careful to fuck the fuck captain? Was it careful to look forward to being alone with a Wild? Dath seemed to have the best intentions for me , as far as making it through training , and keeping me alive. But what if it was all a ploy? But he was the only one willing to help me. The only one who didn’t see me as weak. At least that’s what he’s said. Was it true though? I don’t even have the energy to care right now. 

A large hand reaches in front of me and grabs my jaw. Yanking my sweaty face towards him and I look up at Daths pissed off scowl as his eyes go to my bust lip. 

“Thought I told you I didn’t want to see you fucking bleed or bruise today Salt?” He growls and i just glare at him. 

“I did my best.” I hiss and then Rylus speaks up. 

“I can train her today.” Rylus says. “I can work on her with-“

“No.” Dath says. “You baby her. And everyone sees that. You’re doing her no fucking favors by your lack of authority when it comes to her. Plus, everyone knows you two know each other outside of here. 

“Clean your fucking lip.” Dath growls at me. His eyes hadn’t even moved from me when he addressed Rylus. 

“I can help her if you just-“ Rylus stars and Daths head slices to the side as he glares at Rylus. 

“Until you stop looking at her like your little girlfriend , you don’t fucking get to train her. She’s a fucking student of the battle guard not your weak little maiden. Now fuck off and go do something useful.” Dath growls and Rylus clenches his jar and mutter a “yes captain” and turns away but not before looking at me with Daths hands still on my jaw. He looks at his hand and I see it in Rylus’s eyes. The question behind them, maybe jealousy? Then he turns and walks away. 

“Your hand is still on my face.” I say as I look back at Dath. 

“Shut the fuck up.” He growls at me and his eyes go to my lip and then drop down to the rest of my body. 

“How many bruises am I going to find on you today?” He asks as he looks at my ribs. He’d seen the blow I took to them when the girl I was up against took me out with her third kick to them.

“A couple” I say and he growls lowly and quietly. 

“Clean your fucking lip and then get back out here.” He says and I look around. Most of the room cleared out and I nod and walk myself to the bathroom and locker rooms.

“Fucking slut.” A voice hisses and I don’t even get to turn around before a hand grabs my braid I yelp as my head is jerked back and my body stumble back and I get a knee right in my back that has me then knocked forward onto my hands and knees. My spine fucking burns and then I’m kicked in the side with a heavy boot. Too heavy. I look up, a male, beside the girl that took me out. A sneer on his face. It’s Ruckus. The guy that I fought last week. 

I’m kicked again , by the girl, falling to my stomach and grasping my sides. Ruckus kicks me. Right in the side of my head. My head snapping to side as tears burn my eyes and I scream. I’m kicked in the ribs. One kicking my left. The other kicking my right. I scream , unable to even get up to fight back. 

“Lights out Salt Slut.” Ruckus says and I’m pulled by my hair to my knees and then dealt a punch from his fist right to my eye. 

I don’t even recall hitting the floor. Because I’m “lights out” before I hit it.