The abandoned wolfless but true princess

CHAPTER TWELVE

ELEANOR’s POV.

That evening we didn’t have practice and I was more than happy to have the free time. My whole body was still aching from the practice earlier and adrenaline was still bursting through my veins. The fact that Corey would have killed me settled like a bad memory inside my head, I couldn’t shake it off no matter how hard I tried.

“Hey,” Kathy called behind me and I raised my head to see her. She had an expressionless look on her face.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, plodding on the space beside me, “you look tense,”

“I’m good,” I shrugged, “just a bit tired,”

“You really need to get some rest,” Kathy advised, “you look tired and your wounds won’t heal if you don’t rest,”

That was the same thing the school nurse told me when I had gone there earlier to have my injury checked. I was completely human so my wounds wouldn’t heal like the rest of the students, I remembered how she looked at me with pity. I didn’t wait to linger on that, I just took my painkillers and I left.

“We should head to the hostel,” Kathy said again, “I also need to get prepared. We have an early start tomorrow,”

I nodded and pulled my body off the chair. Luckily, Xena and her gang of truants were not here and it made me feel a bit of relief. I wouldn’t be able to think properly with all of them breathing down my neck like that. I didn’t even want to see any of them right now.

By the time we got to the hostel, most students were already in their rooms and I just wanted to jump on my bed but the paper peeking out of my blanket caught my attention—more like the words on it.

“READ ALONE,”

I was caught off guard for a moment as I turned my head, Kathy was just stepping into the bathroom.

“How did this get here?” I asked myself as I picked up the paper. Then it dawned on me, it could be one of the students—someone was definitely playing a prank on me.

I quickly opened it up and the words danced before my eyes,

“From Branko and this will be our little secret. Meet me at the lake near the school field anytime you get this note, I have a thing or two to tell you about your issue with Corey,”

My forehead creased into a tiny frown as I looked at my wristwatch. It was already a few minutes past 5pm and I was looking forward to going to bed. I was even more concerned about the fact that this letter got here. How was it possible? Who brought it here? A lot of questions were going through my mind as I read and reread the note again.

But the fact that he wanted to talk to me about Corey a kind of excitement inside of me—he was not there when it happened, I was sure he would be impressed.

The bathroom door opened and Kathy stepped out, I immediately shoved the paper under my blanket. Not like it was a big deal but I wanted to respect Branko’s decision.

“What happened?” She asked.

“Nothing,” I answered, “but I’m stepping out.

Her forehead curled and a questionable expression formed on her face,

“I thought you said you wanted to get some rest?”

“I will be back soon,” I called out and grabbed the paper from the bed before making my way out.

By the time I got to the lake behind the fields, I saw Branko sitting on one of the benches, scribbling something on that notepad he always carried. His face was as expressionless as ever but seeing him pull his hair into a bun this evening kind of made him look different. He looked just a little less intimidating.

He raised his head as I approached him and leaned against the bench, the notepad still open.

“You sent me a note,” I began to speak but he was silent for a few seconds, his gaze was on me. For a moment I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his mind.

“Why? What was that for? I mean you could have just said it that you finally agree to be my trainer,”

"About what happened between you and Corey," he finally began to speak, ignoring my question as his deep voice pierced through the silent evening, "you sure used one of your feminine tricks, yes?" He added with a raised brow.

Would his opinion of me ever change? I mean to me, I did good right?

"You weren't even there," I said calmly, "and I did what I had to do to save myself from him. He would have killed me if I didn't do what I did,"

"And what did you do?" Branko leaned forward again, he seemed somehow interested, "did you scratch his eyes like you did Jorge?"

I didn't get upset. This was someone my father put in charge of me, of course he would be interested in everything about me.

"He almost killed me," I snapped, "I had to do something to save myself and I am not apologetic about that,"

He remained silent and began scribbling on his notepad again, my frustration was about to hit the roof.

“So did you call me to only talk about him only?”

“I will be your trainer,” he finally announced, looking up at me.

“You are?” I was a bit surprised, “I thought you already—

“it’s not allowed for students to be privately trained by their teachers, “he cut me off, dropping the notepad on the bench beside him,” What I am about to do for you is a huge favor and you should be glad”

When I asked him in the office the other day, he seemed a bit skeptical and now I knew the reason. I thought he didn’t want to but it turned out that the school prohibits that.

“Then why have you agreed?” I couldn’t help but ask, “what if you are caught and you—

“I am doing this for your father,” he hastily cut me off, his eyes devoid of any kind of emotion, “and that’s why I am taking this risk. You better make it worthwhile,”