Chapter 2

Chapter 2

~Natalie’s POV~

(Alarm going off to You’re Going Down by Sick Puppies) I grab my phone and click on the dismiss button. I look through my playlist and resume listening to that song. It’s 5 o’clock in the morning and it’s Friday. 

I was away from home at a training facility where I would go every summer vacation because my parents agreed that it would help me get stronger and have better combat skills.

I have been training since I was 14 years old.

The funny thing is that I’ve always felt the need to be fit and strong. I couldn’t see myself being weak or helpless. But that’s just me.

It was the end of July and today was the last day of training because come Monday, I was going home. 

Soon, school was going to start, and it was my senior year at the Blue Moon Academy. I was looking forward to my last year there.

Even though I was just a regular wolf, I wanted to be a warrior for our pack, the Starry Night Pack. My parents were elite warriors, and I loved seeing them in action. My dad was one of the best. My mom could kick butt. I admired her for being fearless, so brave, strong, and such a risk taker.

I don’t know if it’s because of them, but I felt I was meant for more. Not just your typical wolf.

I hurried up, brushed my teeth, and took a quick shower in my dorm. I quickly dried my hair and put it in a ponytail, and then braid it. I had long hair that reached below my bottom and hated it when it got in the way of my training.

I snagged my black leggings and sports bra, then put on my training shoes. I gave myself a last quick look in the mirror before grabbing my phone and earbuds, and I was satisfied. 

‘We are badasses Nat, let’s show them what we got,’ my wolf Zoe said. ‘I agree Zo’ (my shorter nickname for her). We are our own critics and motivators. My parents were our number one fans. 

I am 5'4, maybe short for your average wolf. I loved my height, though. Not too tall, not too short. I had emerald orbs and long black eyelashes. Never needed make-up, but I loved putting on mascara and black eyeliner to enhance my eyes. 

I was curvy and in all the right places. Perky breast, perfect pair to go with my toned bottom. I embraced what I had.

I loved sportswear, hoodies, jeans, jumpers, and bodysuits. I prefer shoes that were slip ons like Dudes or Converse. I hated tying shoe laces for the most part.

I usually put my hair in a ponytail, messy bun, or french braid. That was my style.

I loved all types of music, rock, indie, R&B, electric, etc… mostly 90’s and early 00’s jams. Music is everything to me.

As I walked closer to the stairs and headed to the gym, I could hear alarms going off in other dorms. I was always there early to get a good warm-up. 

I didn’t like being around others and definitely didn’t take crap from anyone. I was headstrong, a fast learner, smart, and I was quiet. I kept to myself. I wasn’t one to make friends with other wolves, but I would only speak to them when I had to interact with them. I heard someone say before that I wasn’t approachable. They weren’t lying.

I grabbed my gloves and tape for my hands because my favorite thing to warm up to, after stretching, was the punching bag.

I then groaned when I saw Colby, a member from another distant pack, already taking a swing at it. There was no one here from my pack, and I preferred it that way. It’s better if no one knew me.

“Hey gorgeous, I guess I beat you to it,” he said. I rolled my eyes, irritated that he got there first, I dropped my stuff on the floor and began to stretch. “It’s Adams for you,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt to say hi or speak every once in a while, sweetheart.”

Male wolves are such horn dogs and so arrogant. Not to mention, man whores. ‘We can shut his pretty mouth up Nat,’ Zoe growled. 

I smirked, liking the idea. I could take him. I was that confident because I had more strength and moves than most of these wolves. Even if they were stronger, I wouldn’t go down without a good fight for sure.

But Zoe wasn’t wrong. One thing about werewolves is that we were all beautiful in our own way. You don’t really see obese or puny werewolves. 

We were fascinating creatures and stronger than a normal human being. Not to mention, fast, we can see in the dark, and have a hyper sense of smell and hearing. We could even mindlink but only within our pack.

“Yeah…no, I don’t socialize. Just speed it up. Like I said, it’s Adams and I don’t like nicknames.” He looked at me and furrowed his brows. 

Take a hint butt hole.

I put on my earbuds so he could clearly understand I wasn’t in the mood for talking. I went through my playlist and scanned through my list of songs. 'Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace.' Perfect song to start my day.

I began to stretch when I felt his burning glare right at my back. But I give zero f’s.

Training was awesome. It was our last day and we went all out like we were at war. I felt this high adrenaline as if I was unleashing the caged animal inside. I was so pumped up and I was on the winning team. Not once was I knocked down. Frank, my trainor, and I made eye contact, he nodded and side-smirked. It was all the approval I needed. 

After training half the day, everyone left for the showers. There was a party taking place at one of the mansions that belonged to one of the guys who attended the training with us.

I didn’t attend and instead I was headed down to the vending machines to get some snacks and get my N**f**x on when suddenly I felt like I was being followed.

I quickly hid and lowered my heart beat (I learned this technique from Frank). Wolves have good hearing and can hear another person’s heart beat. It’s all in the breathing. As soon as the culprit stepped forward, I pulled him on a choke hold and held his other arm behind him.

“What… the h..ell Adams!” Colby struggled to breathe and talk. “Why are you following me!?” I spat. 

“Can…I…explai–” I released my hold and let him finish. He started coughing and trying to catch his breath. “Damn Adams, you're strong. I just wanted to talk…we’ve been training for years and we have never spoken!” He complained, rubbing his neck and throat.

Raising my eyebrow, I tell him “Did I not make myself clear earlier that I didn’t want to talk!?” Giving him the death glare with my arms crossed. 

“It should be enough to let you know I don’t want any type of friendship with you or anyone.”

I walked right past him hitting his shoulder and headed to the vending machines. 

I don’t want to be rude but I honestly don’t trust people. Growing up I’ve seen people bully, beat, gossip, and use others. I rather no one mess with me and keep my distance. I will protect those in need but I also want to keep my friendships to a minimum.

Colby slammed his fist on the wall and left. ‘It’s not my fault, he should have gotten the point in the beginning.’ This was my last time here in the facility anyway.

Heading back to my dorm with a handful of snacks and two drinks I closed my door and proceeded my night. Just like that the weekend ended. I spent my entire time in my dorm. Just me, myself, and I, the way I like it.

 

When Monday came, I was ready to head home. I miss my parents and Evie. She has been blowing up my phone the whole time I was here. 

She is such a sweetheart, kind, funny, sarcastic, outgoing, and so chill. We have a lot in common but not with our personalities. I like it that way. She’s an amazing friend.

I can’t wait to go back and honestly, I miss my room. But I was more eager to return so I can ask Alpha Allen if I can join the elite warriors. I want to show him what this wolf is capable of.