<b>pter </b><b>319 </b>
Monday, March 5th
(Cole’s POV)
I pause just outside the pack house’s doors, it’s the first time I’ve been outside on my own in over a month. It’s been one hell of a ride since I came to Crimson Dawn six weeks ago today. I’m doing better<b>, </b>I’m not fully healed from my father’sst beating but I’m not on death’s doorstep either, so definitely better.
I haven’t seen as much of my mate as I would like. I guess that’s the best thing for us right now. I’m.pletely torn between telling this alpha everything so I can stay with my mate and my continued belief that he’s just like the others. He’s not my father, that’s for certain and I could actually live not simply survive if I were to choose to live here.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply with my nose. Easily picking up a variety of scents. Without thinking, I start moving west. I have no knowledge of thend here so for the first time in a long one, I allow my wolf to lead the way.
Alpha was wrong, at least partially. I don’t fear my wolf. He’s been my only source ofpanionship for as long as I can remember and I can’t begin to count how often he has saved my life but ever since my first shift he’s figured out how to take control and that is where the alpha is correct. I don’t have a healthy rtionship with my wolf. That’s something that onlyes when you’re able to shift regrly.
Me, shifting back to human is so painful that it takes days, in and out of consciousness, before I can even get off the floor and over a week before I can care for myself. So I have my reasons for the strict control I ce on my wolf.
It’s when Ie to a stop that Ie out of my trance. I’m in front of a building that I’ve never seen before. I take my time looking around me trying to get ay of thend and pick up something familiar. I can hear movements and shouting inside. It’ste afternoon during the week so my best guess is that they’re in the middle of training.
I reach for the door and slowly pull it open, wincing as I’m hit hard by the noise of a very active sparring session. Holding back my desire to run or to plug my fingers into my ears, I inch my way into what appears to be a huge trainingplex.
It’s approximately twelve hundred square feet with pirs instead of walls creating sections within the building. The farthest away, on the eastern and western walls, there appears to be doors. The man and woman pictorials indicate that they lead to either a bathroom, locker room, or both.
The training center is split into three sections. The northern most section closest to the locker room has arge variety of exercise equipment. Several treadmills, ellipticals and stationary bikes line the northern wall made of windows.
The second section within this one contains mechanical weight lifting machines. I spot a handful of prospects utilizing those but considering the numbers I’ve heard about, I would expect a lot more to be engaged in training.
The section immediately in front of me has a wide variety of free weights. There’s a lot more prospects using them but once again it is smallpared to the hundred or so prospects that are supposedly training here.
I continue allowing myself to adjust and adapt to the bright light and loud sounds of the room before focusing on the activity going on in the middle of the room. There’s arge mat on the floor,pletely surrounded by both prospects and non–prospects. Oddly I can’t pick out a single face from my own pack. Did they all go home after their physicals?
I remember Das, Richard and Andrew getting sent home but that would still leave eight wolves from Red Fang not including myself. After scanning the crowd for someone I know, I start concentrating on what’s going on in the center.
It appears to be quite a rugged sparring match between alpha’s youngest son and random prospects. I never did get to hear what his punishment was for assaulting me even though alpha acted like it would be quite harsh. I guess being taken out of the training program wasn’t a part of it.
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