Pack of the Green Hill

Visitors

Today she was going to train with Jack, her trainer, who was also one of the best fighters of the pack. They had been training for a couple of years but regularly for 2 years. Not many females trained with him. Not many people talked to him either. He was fierce and cruel at times and his moods were changing very fast but he was willing to teach her and as long as she followed his orders, nothing bad would happen to her. His wolf was known to be uncontrollable at times, however they had only few incidents in the past. His features were dark. Perhaps when he was younger, he would have been called handsome but now after all the fights he had been involved in and perhaps the internal struggles with his wolf, they had left a mark on his behavior and his appearance. He was feared once he was in a bad mood. She had learnt throughout the years that best thing was not respond to him once he was in of these moods. She went straight to training and had hidden her excitement long enough in front of her father. Today was a special day since she would learn how to use new weapons. On top of the usual knifes she would have spears and metallic ropes as well. The rope and the spear were new tools, that she had not used before. Being a multiple knife fighter, the desire was to control with the rope the movements of multiple knifes at the same time. Her green eyes were shining with excitement whilst moving swiftly through the forest. Her heart rate was increased and out of sheer joy she suddenly bent down on her knees and did a powerful jump high up, so that she gripped a tree branch with one hand hanging like a monkey. Then she pulled her upper body higher and gripped the branch with her legs and was hanging down with her head towards the ground. She loosened the grip of her legs on the branch and let go, head first towards the ground and flipped her body to land safely on her feet. Through her visual view she saw something moving in the bush. Her body quickly turned towards where the movement had come from. Standing still, whilst controlling her breathing to fully concentrate on her surroundings she observed the nearby bushes. There was always a knife hidden beneath her clothes. It was meant for emergency situations and it was pulled out gracefully and kept in her right hand, ready to be used. She was right-handed however had trained with Jack also with her left-hand. She crouched down with one foot before the other in order to sprint in whichever direction she would need to flee or attack. Mainly attack on her mind. A couple of minutes after standing without any unusual movement she started to feel silly. Her smelling senses were one of her weaker senses.

When she was younger, she had experimented in the kitchen with some smells and it had gone very wrong, therefore she had been reduced to the usual human smelling capability. Werewolves were much better at detecting through smells others. Although, her wolf was excited she did not smell anything unusual. Actually, it was her wolf who wanted her to jump on the branch to let go of the tension of the breakfast room and now her wolf was ready to fight. “Gloria!” Throughout the forest Jack’s voice was heard. It did not have the impact of the Alpha voice but made the forest go silent for awhile before the chirping of the birds continued. Whatever, it was, what she saw it seemed to have disappeared within the forest. Perhaps a dog or cat? Unconvinced by her own thoughts, she hesitantly started to walk towards the direction Jack had shouted from. She muttered “I am coming” and started to jog towards him. A human would not have been able to hear her words but Jack, being a wolf, did hear her. He mindlinked “Hurry up! I do not have the whole day to wait for you”. She looked one last time over her right shoulder to make sure that there was really nothing out of place. The spot next to the tree was empty and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Nothing except the two black eyes, who were lurking behind a nearby bush without moving. However, she was already too far away to notice them. The wolf, to whom these eyes belonged to let out a relieved breath and moved towards the exit of the forest before shifting to his human form. A couple of minutes later the same person introduced himself in a calm manner to the Alpha of the pack.

“Alpha Jack, thank you for welcoming us to your territory. I am Jonathan, Alpha of the Green Hills.” He extended his hand and a hard handshake greeted him with a short “Welcome.” He was being evaluated by Alpha Jack. A beautiful woman was standing beside the Alpha. She greeted him with a pretty smile and said “Welcome, Alpha Jonathan. I am Shelia and the Alpha’s daughter.” She liked what she saw but Jonathan was difficult to read. He was known to not display much emotions. He kept a tight control on his feelings. He acknowledged her beauty, but his mind was still on the girl in the forest, who had landed gracefully on her feet. Her display of body control had impressed him and her awareness of his presence. He had rushed towards her since he thought that she was falling. His heart rate had increased suddenly. It was not typical of him to care for someone whom he did not know and was outside of his pack. He had a strong feeling, that this would change, since he had just met his Mate.

Nonetheless, he was a responsible man and would concentrate on what was going on now. His Beta, Niels had joined them and was starring at the Alpha’s daughter. She was indeed beautiful but having a protective dad made Alpha Jack growl. Niels understood the warning and immediately looked away. His own Alpha, Jonathon, would rarely growl but one look was enough to silence them. It was rare that he lost control or had to shout to get people’s attention. Although, dutifully performing all the introductions and talks, he sensed that Jonathon was with his thoughts somewhere else. He was 22, relatively young for an Alpha. He had taken his role without any compliant but had a strict hand on ruling his pack. Since, he was not showing much emotion, people were assuming that he was a cold and strict ruler.