Chapter 7 – Shariel
“Harper!” Sergeant Fowler barked. “Get over here!”
It was Jerry's third day of training, and he felt good, confident, as if he was finally starting to get back to his old self. He made one final adjustment to his sensor suit, grabbed his training sword, and ran over to the sparring mat. He was indoors now, in the gym where the more advanced sword training occurred. A woman stood on the mat next to Fowler. A Felid woman.
She was younger than Jerry—perhaps in her mid-twenties at the latest. She had the usual lean, wiry build of her Breed, angular facial structure, orange skin, and yellow eyes with slitted pupils. Her orange hair was cut short in the military style, and she wore an Agrarian sparring uniform.
“Harper,” Fowler said, gesturing to her, “this is Shariel Ver
