Noah's Story

Sylvia smiled at the sound of Luka's voice. "And you as well."

Christian spoke gently. "Roan, I understand your concern but, worry not, Sylvia has trained for many years since her accident and is more than cappable. Michael wouldn't have let her come otherwise."

Fenris flicked his ciggerette in the air and as it was about to land on Sylvia's shoulder she reached out and caught it with her index finger and thumb. Fenris shook his head. "She only stands in front of me like that because she knows I will move. Her hearing and refelxes are far better than expected."

Sylvia smiled. "I'll win or die trying."

Christian sighed. "Noah."

A young man with a strong build, shaggy brown hair and eyes like melted chocolate strolled out of the house with his hand in his pocket. "Evening." Noah was laid back, and though he didn't like the thought of war, he would fight with his pack. Come hell or high water.