Trickster Wolf

TwentyTwo

As the night carry’s on the boys start to get more restless and hungrier of cause so Darius decides to order pizza for everyone, I have to tell him what sort of pizza I wanted because he doesn’t know what I like where he didn’t have to ask the others. Darius tells Emmet that he has to go to collect the order, he grumbles but leaves saying his taking Darius’s car before he can reply back Emmet shuts the door then the car engine leaving. Darius mutters something about his car before Greyson asks to talk to him, they move to the kitchen where I can just hear what they’re saying.

“The warriors are exceeding in their training, they should be ready in the next few weeks,” Greyson informs Darius, both of their backs tuned to me.

“Good well need them­ -”

“For crying out loud!” Decker yells out blocking me from hearing the rest of their whispered conversation.

“This game cannot be that difficult, I mean come on everyone else has beaten it,” I look to Decker to see why he is yelling finding that he is playing a shooter game that currently shows ‘you died’ title screen. He plays it again, so I try to ignore his antics until he growls out at the screen then a controller appearing in my vison.

“Here have a go,” Curiously I take the controller listening to what each button does in the game, quickly testing it out I get the hang of how to play.

“What do I need to do,”

“Basically, you need to hide and attack the enemies without being caught and bombarded by all the enemies, it seems simple, but it is quite tough,” He explains while slumped onto the couch with crossed arms. Quickly finding the right way to go I move into the bushes getting mostly stealth kills, working through the level I finish the final kill with ease I watch as the character stabs them in the throat with a knife efficiently ending the level. Tossing the controller back to him he gapes like a fish, I close his mouth snapping him out of his stupor.

“W-what how,” Astonishment shines on his face. He picks up the controller going back to the same level I won trying to beat it himself. I watch as he gets frustrated over his death again and again eventually, I decide to help giving him tips on how to avoid the enemy’s eyesight as well as how to dodge better.

“Wait in the cover, now move to the truck and kill,” Guiding him through the harder part of the level as I see his hands clench the controller tight in his hands that are slightly shaking although his heart is calm besides when his character takes a hit it jumps a beat.

“Do you play any games because you made this look easy,” I catch his quick glimpse at me when he is behind cover, but it quickly moves back to the game.

“No, I never really had time or the means to play any,” I state looking down to the ground remembering the main thing I did as a child was train to become stronger than my opponents even if they were double my size.

“But you’re so good surely you’ve had some experience with this type of game,”

“There was this one time where I ran away and found an arcade, I stole someone’s money and played one of those gun games until I had beaten every level, when I did, I took all of my tickets to the counter I don’t remember how many tickets I had but my arms were full, I was able to get a toy gun and this blue little wolf which is ironic I guess.” I remember how all the bright neon lights brightened all the different games up, how each one was excessively loud. Smiling fondly, I look at Decker who looks at me grinning about to burst into laughter. I give him a questioning look as to why has about to burst into laughter.

“Its nothing, just you stole someone’s money to play an arcade game and all you were able to get was a toy gun and a toy,” He finally breaks falling onto his back on the couch laughing clutching his stomach. I roll my eyes at him looking at the screen to see he finally beat the game smirking I think of a way to congratulate him on winning the level. I kick him of the couch he falls with a soft thud onto the ground he looks at me surprised.

“Congrats for beating the level,” He instantly starts laughing slowing down to a fit of giggles as the front door opens allowing Emmet to witness Decker on the ground.

“What happened,” He walks past Decker quickly looking down to see if he’s alright walking away into the kitchen. I help Decker to his feet smirking as he tries to hold his laughter in, by the time were in the kitchen sitting down at the counter he seems to have composed himself. Darius and Greyson both walk in from wherever they moved to discuss something important I assume. Two pizza boxes sit on the end of the counter while Greyson places plates down getting glasses down for us. He pours fizzy drink in all of our glasses then puts it in the fridge. Decker opened the two pizza boxes taking out slices he wanted. I grabbed three slices of the one I ordered as well as two bits of garlic bread. Everyone sat at the counter happily eating their meal with occasional conversation between the boys.

After we all finished the left-over pizza went into the fridge the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, Decker, Emmet, and Greyson amble up the stairs into their assigned rooms. I look to Darius where he stands leaning against the counter looking at the stairs turning his attention on me, he sighs ruffling his hand though his hair.

“I’ll take the couch.” He looks away from me to walk over to the couch. Not wanting to argue I take to the stairs wondering if this whole thing will get any easier.

I get changed locking the bedroom door looking over the bed all I can smell is him everywhere, I want to smell it more, but I don’t want to grow attached. Do I sleep in the bed or the floor to avoid it all. Giving in to sleep and giving up on my turmoil I collapse into the comfortable sheets tucking under the quilt letting everything calm down into the sweat darkness.

Stretching awake I notice that the sun isn’t even up yet, so I decide to make good of an early start by sending a quick text to Mike asking where the training grounds are and if he wants to meet up for my training. He quickly replies with how to get to the training grounds.

I quickly put on shorts and sports crop top and a random sweatshirt I found in my bag. I rummage through my bag until I find a small backpack that has a drink bottle in it as well as a towel. Taking the bag, I quietly walk out of his room down the stairs watching Darius to see if he is going to wake up any time soon, his breaths are deep and even showing he is still asleep, I sneak past softly opening and closing the door. Checking my phone for the directions I memorise it before running in the right direction.

As the building comes into sight, I find that its like a massive gym of sorts, with huge windows near the top letting in grey light. I wave to Mike who’s waiting outside for me he opens the door for me letting me in first. I look around in amazement the place looks bigger on the inside than it does on the outside. In the centre the roof opens up letting in the elements and the first soft rays of sunlight, around the centre room are other closed off ones that interconnect to each other. Mike leads the way to a room with mats on the floor with some exercising equipment along the outer wall, the rom was still very spacious that it could easily fit a couple hundred people in here without everyone being in others space. Mike takes me over to the furthest side where benches are he puts his bag down I follow suit. He opens his bag taking out two pairs of hand wraps handing me a pair a make quick work of wrapping them around my knuckles and wrist Mike doing the same with his hands. We move over to the closest single mat, which is imbedded in the ground with all the other mats, Mike says that today I am going to mainly work on close combat as I haven’t worked on it in a while.

Quickly doing some stretches to loosen up i find my spot on the mat sinking into a fighting stance ready for this to begin. He shows that I can make the first move, so I lunge at him using the last second to dodge around him, so I am behind him so I can wrap my arms around his throat. I feel him stiffen before I feel the sharp pain of his elbow in my side weakening my grasp, I lean my body away from his elbow he releases my hold on him spinning around twisting my arm as he faces me, I test if I can move without my arm being twisted off. I manage to kick his knee hard enough for him to stumble back not hard enough to break it i successfully get him to release my arm. Which allows me to lunge at him throwing my first at his face he quickly gains balance dodging to the right I follow with my vision sending a second punch feeling it collide with his cheek knocking him down. Going for the end I push him to the ground holding his wrists down while I sit on his abdomen keeping him pinned.

“You’ve improved,” Mike smirks as he pushes me forward by lifting his torso, I let go of his wrists to catch myself from falling forward. He moves forward one arm wrapping around my side the other holding onto my arm twisting me down pinning me to the floor. “But still the same moves,” scowling at him i struggle to get my wrists free but anything I tired Mike already knew how to stop me from getting up.

“Fine you win, can we move on now,” he chuckles nodding helping me up I huff out my frustration as he moves ushering me to a boxing bag where he stands behind it holding the bag so it does not move as he shouts out combinations. I strike, kick, and knee the bag while the sun slowly rises letting the room brighten up letting there be less need for the lights to be on. As I’m finishing Kaly walks in from the centre where she had been teaching the younger females in the pack to fight often, I would catch some of them looking in watching me train. She walks up to me standing with her hand on her hip glaring at me until I finish what I am doing and acknowledge her seeing the sun shine brightly as it turns into midday behind her.

“I challenge you to another fight,” Her voice comes out taut showing her anger because I am here. I don’t get why she would want another fight when I can put her down so easily, I mean it would just be to fun to do it all over again.

“What’s the point I’ll win anyway,” I give her a flat look to make sure she know I’m not boasting that I could easily send her on her ass.

“You’re lying to make yourself look better and in the street fighting cage you cheated I don’t know how but I know you did so want a rematch where it’s a fair fight and that’s here,” She complains putting emphasis that I must have cheated which is total bull.

“How is it a fair fight when i have only been here once,”

“Doesn’t matter.”

I turn away from her getting a few steps where she swings at me, I counterattack her by pushing her hand away from me using the momentum to spin around kicking her in the stomach. She stumbles before catching herself to run at me claws out slashing at me. Dodging to the side of her I put my foot out tripping her she lands on her hands and knees growling. Quickly getting back up she charges at me hands out reaching for me claws out I try to dodge under, but she catches my shoulders digging in her claws drawing blood and more importantly ruining my shirt. Gripping her wrists, I pull them from my shoulders pulling her forward where I knee her in the stomach hard enough to put her on her knees where she gasps. Leaving her on the floor I walk past her saying.

“Try harder next time.” I walk further away from her closer to my stuff on the bench when I hear her hurried footsteps coming towards me, I turn thinking that shell hit me but instead behind me is Darius with Kaly’s fist on his chest. She looks up at Darius shocked and surprised quickly removing her fist from his chest.

“Don’t you have work to do,” He sternly says to her I visibly see her shrink down tucking tale from his gaze.

“Yes, sorry.” She scampers off back to the girls moving them all to a different room where I can’t see her.

“You didn’t have to do that” I glance at him before rubbing my hand on my shoulder to see if it had healed yet. I look at my hand seeing only dried blood and not feeling any puncture wounds, but it is probably bruised. Frowning I pull my shirts shoulder forward until I can see holes.

“I wanted to join in on the fun and see how good you really are without magic” Smirking he steps away I slowly look up at him staring at his smug smirk and the playfulness glinting in his eyes. Why can’t I catch a small break, sighing I guess this won’t hurt besides I will be able to get a sense of his fighting style.

“Sure,” *Darius closes curtains* I agree copying Darius sinking into my stance fists up waiting to see what he does. We move in a circle stopping when were on the opposite side we previously were on he waves his hand for me to come at him. Taking the invite, I rush at him dodging a punch he sends at me I send one back to him which he easily dodges as he moves, I kick him on the hip jolting his body to the side. Following through I jab him on the chest knocking him back more trying to send a hook punch. He catches my fist I feel his hand tighten around my fist I try to pull my hand out of his grip he keeps it in place to pull me around spinning then letting me fling off tripping on the mats falling down my hands burn with the friction of the mats. Turning onto my back I flip myself up I check my hands I see that the wraps came loose I decide to fully unravel them dropping them onto the floor. I give him a smug look before running at him dashing to the side I jump onto his back kicking the back of his knees I fall with him I wrap legs around his torso, my arms around his neck squeezing enough to show the threat but not actually cut off his airways. I grit my teeth as I feel most of his weight on me, I just hope that he either gives up now or quickly breaks out of my embrace. Luckily for my body’s sake he does break free turning onto his stomach lifting his weight off of me. We keep going until light starts fading and were both panting our moves getting more sluggish as it goes on. I know that I need to end this soon I can feel my body burning from the exertion as well as having no time for a break in between my exercises and fight with Kaly. Managing to get Darius to the ground I pin him confident that he cannot get up.

He smiles heaving down breaths I let his wrists go sitting up I sit down on his torso straddling him but at the moment I don’t care, he puts his knees up and I lean against him catching my breath. Eventually getting up I give him a hand he takes it standing up we move over to the benches where I collect my stuff and getting my hand wraps from the ground. Carrying my bag, I follow after Darius back to his house an up the stairs to the bedroom. I search through my bag finding a change of clothes I walk into the bathroom closing the door quickly changing into something more comfortable but keeping my sports clothes on underneath. I stay with Darius until it gets dark out and he goes upstairs instead of following him I go back to the training grounds where I spend the rest of the night training using as many of the different equipment that I can.