Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Lacuna

n. A blank space; a missing part.

Zane and I continued sparring until I grew exhausted. I still hadn't recovered from the two weeks in the cell so I decided to take a break. The dark skinned man, Apollo, took that opportunity to show me the weapons table, which was his forte.

He was quite excitable and had me laughing in no time.

"So who designed these weapons?" I asked, inspecting the intricate patterns on the swords and axes.

"We have a dedicated family that has been designing them since the start of this pack. They're as old as the alpha's family," he boasted.

He picked up an axe, admiring the beautiful artwork on the deadly silver before he pulled his arm back and threw it at the target. It hit the center of the head shape and he gave me a cocky smirk over his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes at him, walking around the table, examining each weapon and admiring the art pieces on them.