Two Weeks Before...
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I was running so late. I couldn't believe this happened to me...again! I have been running late each morning for training for a week now and I just know I'm going to have my a** handed to me. The sounds of chatter around the pack house mocked me. I ran around my room, shoving everything I needed into my gym bag. Unfortunately for me, running late for training means running late for work afterwards. Why? Because Archer, our training coach, will make me run an extra 20 miles for being late...AGAIN!
I couldn't possibly tell you why I was sleeping through my alarm these days. It has been impossible for me to sleep, then when I do, it's restless, fitful and lots of tossing and turning. I've been having these strange dreams too. Running through the forest in my wolf form, clearly on the run or attacking something. I always wake up, out of breath and sweating, terrified and stressed. That's when I look at my clock on my nightstand and I stress out in real life because I SLEPT IN! I scream quietly in frustration. I check everything. Suddenly, there's a loud knocking on the door.
"Serena! You're late!" The voice shouts in annoyance from the other side of the door. That was Gabriella, the daughter of the family I live with. Trust me when I say that she is a total bi-atch. The epitome of evil. Her parents saw past that and refused to believe that 'their perfect beautiful daughter' - ugh - was the devil incarnate. "I can not wait to see Archers face when you're late again." Gabriella taunts. I could hear the smirk in her tone and had no doubt that she was definitely smirking. I yanked the door open and saw Gabriella in all her perfect, evil glory. Her long straight blonde hair tied into a ponytail, not a hair out of place. Her eyes were the shade of ice...ha, matches her icy demeanour. Her teeth straight and white and her lips were round and had the perfect cupids bow. Today they were the shade of red. She was the complete polar opposite of me which wasn't surprising. We aren't related in any way. I just live in their little cottage house behind their house, my accommodation since my parents died in a rogue attack against the pack. They were highly regarded amongst the pack and were the best fighters of our kind besides the Alpha and his group. Yes, this meant I wasn't of any importance. I was fine with it, title meant nothing to me. You could be an alpha and still be a disgusting pig.
"Thanks Gabriella, for that ever so important notice." I said to her, rolling my eyes. She sneered at me in disgust.
"That's what you are wearing?" She said, looking at my outfit. I sneered at her in return.
"Is that what you're wearing?" I asked her in return. She dropped the sneer and frowned in confusion.
"What do you mean?" She asked me, her head tilted slightly.
"You know, when you go to hell. That's what you're wearing?" I said, seriously. Her mouth dropped in shock before she snapped out it and smiled back at me, unfazed.
"I don't know. You're the one going to hell not me. To me, it looks like you're already dressed for the occasion" She said, smirking at me. "Archer is definitely going to be sending you there soon" She cackled and then with a flip of her ponytail, she stalked off. Her outfit today was a baby pink mini dress with matching heels. Was anyone missing their barbie?
"How nice of you to finally join us, Miss Hastings. Care to share why you're so late again today?" Archer said the moment I entered the training gym, not wasting a single moment to humiliate me. This was his first punishment for tardiness. The second stage was the extra 20 miles you had to run.
"You see, Archer, I was on time today. However, on my way here, I got swarmed by these gnats....they just wouldn't get out of my face, I couldn't get rid of them. I said to them 'excuse me, but if you wouldn't mind leaving? I'm on my way to training and I'm going to be late! Archer won't be happy!' And would you believe it?! They didn't listen!" I said, trying to stay serious. Humour was my defence with situations like this. Sometimes it worked, other times - like now, judging by Archer's face - it just got me into deeper sh*t. "I know, crazy right?" I finished up, looking anywhere but his face. Unfortunately, that meant making eye contact with Crace - the Alpha. Even more unfortunately, I share a training group with him. He has not been pleased with me lately. Though it doesn't matter. He has more important things to worry about than a lower class wolf like me being late to some training sessions.
Despite this, the look of displeasure on his face was still weighing on me and forced me to look back at Archer. Why did it affect me so much today? I don't care. I did care about Archer though. He had that look on his face. The 'if you don't start running the 20 miles now, you'll regret it' look. I waved and started the 20 miles. Hopefully the rest of the day would turn out better...
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