She stood in line with everyone else as they waited in one of the army compounds that was situated 300 miles away from her home. She knew her father would be upset with her, but she couldnât let him go. Hence, her chopping off her long hair. Her hand tentatively went up to touch what was left of her hair, which wasnât much.
Names were being called to make sure that everyone arrived. The alphas had all answered the king and sent a list of names of all the soldiers that agreed upon going. Luckily, her Alpha had no clue who she was as he was still very young and new to his position. He assumed that Katanaâs father did have a son and allowed her to replace him.
She left early that morning before her father was awake. She took his weapons and his clothes and when she was near the compound, she wrapped her chest with a cloth and put on her fatherâs clothes. It was done with a lot of difficulty because everything looks baggy on her, but she didnât mind it at all because it hid her shape.
âKenneth Richardson.â She heard her name being called for the second time.
âHere.â She squeaked and then cleared her throat before speaking in a manlier tone. âHere.â
The man looked back down at his paper before nodding. âYou will be in barracks A.â
Katana glanced around in confusion until the man looked up and saw her still standing there. He huffed in annoyance and pointed to his left.
âThat building.â He barked.
She nodded and scurried toward the rectangular building. The building wasnât extravagantly built. It looked like someone whipped it up quickly, just to provide a roof over whoever was going to be inside. She walked over to an empty cot and looked around.
It was loud and boisterous. Men were taking off their shirts and walking around naked. A few were putting their stuff away. She hugged her backpack to her chest and sat down as she stared at what was in front of her.
âKenneth Richardson.â A man said next to her and she turned to see a man around her age sitting on the bed next to her. He had dark brown hair and a crooked smile with one dimple. âYou must be new here.â
She nodded and he sighed as he moved to sit next to her. âDonât worry. You will be fine here.â
âHeâs weak. He wonât last a week.â A blonde man sitting across from Katana voiced his opinion.
âShut up, Lewis.â The guy next to Katana retorted. âDonât worry about that asshole over there. Apparently, he thinks heâs the best out of all of us, but we will show him when General asks us to fight later today.â
âFight?â Katana squeaked again.
He looked at her strangely. âYes, fight. He needs to test our strength and divide us into groups. Those who have higher training will move on to help the Alpha King. The others, who need some extra support, will remain behind for the General to train.â
Katana doesnât know how to fight. In all her life, the only fighting she knew was from a few movies she watched in the past. Gulping, she hugged her pack tighter.
The man next to her seemed to have noticed and took her frightened state as nervousness. âYouâll be fine, man. No worries.â
Katana nodded.
, she thought, .
âWhat is your name?â She asked.
âIsaac.â He grinned.
âThank you, Isaac.â She said.
Isaac got up and continued to unpack. Lewis was throwing her cocky glances and pumping his chest every now and then. She stood up and started putting her fatherâs stuff away. The thought about the fight to come with the General was twisting her stomach into knots.