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When Braeden offers to teach her how to fight, Kira isn’t entirely sure why she says yes.
Partly because Braeden is – in Stiles’ words – “a fucking badass,” and maybe also because Kira wants to get to know the woman. None of them know much about Braeden, and she doesn’t seem to have any friends.
Kira thinks she’s a little lonely.
But if she is, she certainly doesn’t show it. Braeden grouses at her for being late and offers one word replies when Kira attempts to make conversation while they stretch.
It’s clear that Braeden takes training seriously, and Kira blames Scott and Stiles’ influence how that makes her think it’s a good idea to launch herself at Braeden, topping them over and rolling a few times on the grass.
Braeden ends up on top, looking down at her, unimpressed.
Kira smiles sheepishly. “Surprise attack?”
For a moment Kira thinks she’s going to get punched, but then Braeden smiles and rolls her eyes.
“Don’t do that again,” Braeden says as she picks herself up and holds a hand out for her, but she’s still smiling so Kira beams back and crosses her fingers behind her back.