THE SHROUDED WEREWOLF, MORGAN.

CHAPTER THREE

I was growing weary of hearing the murmurs as they persisted in circling me. My hands and legs started to tremble. Can they QUIT? I mean, I get that I'm a girl and that I'm sporting a hood, but just move on! Lex, calm down. Soon, the Gamma will arrive and end. said my wolf. You're correct, Lina. I'm simply so sick of everyone whispering. As soon as I graduated from high school, I believed it was done. Not to worry. It'll probably end once training begins. They'll be so furious that a woman is abusing them! I laughed. I can always count on my wolf to make me smile. Without her support, I would have killed someone by this point. I was abruptly startled from my thoughts when I saw a 6 foot tall, muscular man enter the room with blonde hair. Everyone quieted their conversation and focused on him. He had powerful features and brown eyes. Overall attractive. "Greetings, warriors! Gamma Denis (A/) here. The Alpha and Beta are away on business (pronounced dienes), N. I'll assist you with your training tomorrow. You probably have — "Someone ran in and interrupted him. "I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE! DID I JUST RUINED YOU? Oh my God, I'm very sorry! URGHHH. Keep going I'll just sit down now." A young child with vibrant red cheeks spoke. Although she was rather petite, I immediately noticed that she was strong. Simply said, I'm relieved to see another girl in the palace. Her eyes brightened when they landed on me as I watched her examine the area. She came over and sat down next to me. I could tell she had bright forest green eyes and golden hair from a close distance. I grinned at her while wearing my hood. "Right...okay...then...No more... disturbances, I hope. I'm Gamma Denis, like I mentioned, and occasionally the Beta and the Alpha will help you train. We start at 6am on the field, as whoever brought you to your accommodations has presumably already informed you. Since the Beta and Alpha are most likely to return later tonight, I'll be teaching you alongside them. I wish you success. Let's eat now. The Gamma spoke, which I overheard as he took a seat. The conversation resumed as everyone started to eat. My thoughts began to stray as I considered how Gamma was speaking in English since he was aware that the majority of people in this area did not speak or understand Russian since none of us were natives and that the most often used language among werewolves is English. Even if English was not your first language, you had to know it. Which strikes me as a little odd given that the previous werewolf kings and queens were primarily descended from Russian ancestry. Oh, there are werewolves. "Hence, HELLO! You can call me Emmy, but my name is Emilia!" The girl exclaimed joyfully and smiled at me. I grinned and laughed. She is so vivacious that I couldn't help but feel happy. "Hey ... You can call me Morgan; my name is Morgan." I retorted while stuffing food into my mouth. What! I'm Starving! A girl must eat! "Right, Lexie! I can't wait until tomorrow! I'm 18 years old and from Canada. How about you?" She spoke while also stuffing her lips with a ton of food. I enjoy this woman. "I'm also 18 years old, and originally? England. However, we relocated from there to America a few months ago, and I just arrived in Russia today." "Hmmm! That's awesome! Your accent is so clearly in English! It's incredibly cute!" She made a loud squeak. It surprises me that we haven't already attracted any attention. I simply returned her smile and carried on with my meal. "Do you ever take off your hood, if you don't mind? You are not required to show me your face or anything. I believe I comprehend your motivation for performing this. People don't assess you based solely on appearance, which is actually very clever. However, do you ever remove it?" She rambled and seems anxious to ask me for fear that I would find it offensive. "No, not really. Only a few of my very close friends from England and my parents have seen my face. I appreciate you not requesting to see my face. I'm hoping you'll become one of my close friends here as well." I chimed in and smiled at her. "Okay!!!" She screamed and gave me a strong hug. While many of the boys were staring at us and whispering things about us, such as how we got here and why, we had already finished eating, or more accurately, gobbling down the delicious food. We then continued to chat for the remainder of dinner. After the dinner, which lasted an hour during which Emilia and I both learned a lot about one another's lives, we went back to our shared rooms. After bidding Emmy good night, I climbed into my nice, comfy bed. I wonder how things will be tomorrow. I now at least have a friend here. The shrill sound of my alarm awakened me up. How lovely. Why did they even create alarms, Pfftttt? Like, did they create them with the intention of torturing people? It appears to be... I crawled out of my cosy covers and grumbled under my breath as I made my way to the restroom. I hurriedly showered before donning a grey hoodie that read, "I'm not always snarky, sometimes I'm sleepy," and a pair of black sports leggings. I quickly pulled my hair into a sloppy bun because I was still exhausted and covered my face with my hood. I left my room and made sure it was locked before heading downstairs to the dining area to have breakfast. When I finally entered the room, I took a moment to look around for Emmy when suddenly I felt someone leap onto my back and squeal. I suppose I located her. "HEYYYYYY!!!!" She might also be a morning person, I suppose. How is it even conceivable that? I whisper back, "Hello," and then I head over to the food. Food is my lifeline. "I'M SO TIRED UP! DO YOU? I AM! BUT WAIT, I JUST SAID THAT! OH WELL! I'M SO HAPPY TO BE HEREEEEE, ha-ha!" She yelled, and I'm fairly certain she ruptured my eardrum. I'm excited, but I need food and I'm sorry, I'm not a morning person. I replied, and when I was satisfied with the amount of food on my plate, I sat down by the table, followed by Emmy, who had an equal amount of food on her dish. I sat motionless, listening to her ramble on to me as I chewed my food. Everything is defeated by food. After finishing my meal, I looked up to see that most of the group was making their way to the field. I checked the time and realized that we still had ten minutes to get there. "Please, Emmy. Now let's leave." Like everyone else, I said and picked up my plate before placing it in the sink. Emmy followed my lead and did the same before grabbing my elbow and tying her own arm around mine as she skipped toward the training area. We arrived on schedule and warmed up our muscles with some stretches. Ten minutes later, we noticed the Gamma approaching with another man. "Hello to everybody! We will be working really hard today to test everyone's talents, so I hope you had a good night's sleep. Victor, who will typically be assisting us, is this." He said, gesturing at Beta Victor, who was seated next to him. The Beta had deep brown eyes, short blonde hair, and a square jawline. He was roughly the same height as Gamma Denis and had a muscular physique, giving the impression that he was fairly tall. "Hello, fellas!" He said with a smile, and I could see his eyes glancing over everyone. Another morning person, damn. He would be ideal for Emmy. In relation to her, who is Emmy? "Mate." She muttered, and I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see the Beta approaching us. Who would have guessed? Vic and Emmy? One early riser and another? Perfect. After much chit-chat, during which the newly formed pair also hugged and gazed into each other's eyes, Emilia finally won the argument over whether or not to begin training. "Okay, good. After that is resolved, run three laps around the royal grounds. I desire a victor!" I heard a chorus of groans when The Gamma told us. Let me tell you: If you think the palace itself is big, just wait until you see the gardens. It is t*****e on a whole other level. A few of the males tried to show off by rushing ahead of us as we began to jog, but I just shook my head and rolled my eyes at them. Within the first 20 minutes, the boys then moved to the back. On the second loop, Emmy was towards the middle and I was near the front, both of us jogging at a steady speed and only slightly visibly exhausted. I'm happy. I was now just ahead of one person on the final loop. He had long brown hair that was sweaty from all the running, and he was tall. His steps were stumbling as well as I could feel myself getting tired. I still had some energy left, so I started sprinting when I spotted the finish line a half kilometre away. When the man saw, he also made an attempt to run forward. The hardest part was always this. We had all run so many miles that you had to have the energy to sprint, and we were all clearly exhausted. With the finishing line about 150 meters ahead, we were neck and neck. Both the other guy and I started to sprint more vigorously. We had approximately 100 meters remaining when I glanced at him and noticed that he was about passing out from weariness while still sprinting as hard as he could. He frowned when he caught me glancing at him. I had to hand it to the man. He's a worthy opponent. But I've improved. I forced myself to sprint even faster because I still had some strength. The man saw and attempted to accelerate as well, but because he overestimated his own power, he fell and hit his face on the ground. OW. To stop referring to him as "the guy," I really need to learn his name. When I saw him standing up and glaring at me, I just kept running toward the finish line. "And then... Good job! The female contestant, Morgan, has won!" The Gamma shouted at me and grinned. To make sure it was still attached, I tugged on my hood, and it was. I had secured the hood's material to my hair on the inside since I anticipated that we would engage in this activity. The other boys must have caught up to him when he fell as they ran after him after the guy finished a short while later. As I got to my feet and approached him, he gave me a look. "Hey. nice race Who are you called?" I query. "Harry. Return to the hell you left now. I don't need any more sluts." I took a step away from him and scowled as my eyes widened. The only way to get laid is to wait on a chicken's a*s while crawling up it. Rolling my eyes, I stomped off after that. Emmy had completed roughly 10 minutes later because she was in the midst of the group. She finished, clutched my arm, and then collapsed to the ground. "That was a good warm-up, then. Let's begin the workout!" The Beta spoke, as I heard. WARMUPPP? This is going to be a long day, I can already tell.