FALLON
I’m still furious. I’ve paid attention to the other recruits so far, and I know I’m better than at least half of them. I should be ranked much higher. I should have a much better partner than Olly. He’s a nice enough guy, but he’s big and slow and clumsy. I could run circles around him. There’s no way I’ll be challenged with him as a partner, and I won’t be able to showcase my best skills if he can’t even keep up. The whole thing has left a sour taste in my mouth.
I assumed it was personal, just another way for Gray to mess with me- but when I confronted him he was so… kind. Encouraging, even. He didn’t punish me for popping off, just told me I had to earn it. It took me by such surprise that now my head’s even more of a mess than it has been since Saturday night.
‘You’ve gotta earn it’. Does he mean I have to earn my place on the squad, or beside him?
After I jog a few laps around the track, I find Olly and w
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FALLON News travels fast at the squad complex, and it doesn’t take long for me to hear about Olly’s injury. I have to admit, I’m a little satisfied to hear that he got hurt today, too, after I had to go through the mind-numbing pain of getting my wrist set so it would heal properly. When I heard that it was Gray who dislocated Olly’s shoulder, it only left me with more questions- the main one being whether he did it on purpose. If he did, what would that mean? It couldn’t have been on purpose… right? “So how’s the wrist?” Davis asks, scooching over and patting the spot beside him on his bunk. We’re all getting ready for bed after a long day of training, which I missed half of due to my injury. Boyd’s bunk is across from mine and Davis’, and Connor has the bottom. We got to know Connor a little better at the bar on Saturday and it turns out he’s a really nice guy. He’s from Reid’s pack in Stillwater. Connor’s sitting on the edg
GRAY I’ve been avoiding Fallon again. It seems like she’s avoiding me, too, and I wish it didn’t bother me so much. I feel like I finally have my wolf back in check and I’m throwing myself into training to keep me preoccupied. Although, I can’t help but notice that Fallon’s been doing great this week. She’s definitely going to be ranking up and I’m proud of her for being a good little soldier. I know it isn’t easy for her to take direction. Halfway through the week, it’s time for war games, which is so damn exciting. Weekly war games are the highlight of training camp for me. We split the trainees up into two teams and basically go out to the woods and rumble. It’s like a super intense version of capture the flag, but with a lot more physical contact. Theo was on patrol last night, so it’s just Brock, Reid, Jax, and me. Brock has been giving me the could shoulder since I dislocated Olly’s, so I’m quick to pair up with
GRAY “Incoming,” I whisper as I see a flurry of movement across the forest. I’m on the periphery, falling back and observing how the recruits fare in their first war games while still giving a little bit of direction here and there. So far, I’m impressed with my team- they’ve taken out every encroaching member of the black team before they can get close to the bunker. I’m not sure what strategy they employed for offense, but it’s clearly not working for them. I see someone sprinting toward the bunker- tall and lean, with a long blonde ponytail streaming out behind. Fallon’s making a run for it, and it looks like she’s doing it without any backup from her own team. We’ve got a few defenders lurking in the brush and they leap out, running in her direction to head her off. She’s faster, though. I’m impressed by how she dodges and outruns each of them, her singular goal being to reach the bunker. Her grit and determination
GRAY I reach the gold team’s bunker just as they’re returning with the black team’s flag, whooping and cheering. Looks like we won- no thanks to me. I don’t explain my absence, just congratulate the team as they all celebrate. Then the black team makes their way over, hanging their heads in defeat. They aren’t too sour about it, though- everyone had a lot of fun. It was definitely a successful first war games. Brock comes up beside me, folding his arms and glaring. “Where’s Fallon?” he asks, his voice low so that only I can hear. I turn to him, arching a brow. “Why would I know where she is?” I ask, feigning ignorance. Brock scowls. “Don’t play dumb with me, Gray. I can smell her all over you.” I feel my face heat with embarrassment; I know I’m caught. I shuffle my feet in the dirt. “Ah, there was a little incident with her taking the flag after she’d lost her patches,” I mumble. “I sent her back to the
FALLON I surprise myself with how easily I can lie to my friends when they ask why I left war games. I guess that’s how it has to be now, though. If I want to keep whatever this is going with Gray, I’ve gotta keep it quiet. And I do want to keep it going- the man’s built like a Greek god and the orgasm he delivered was like glimpsing heaven. I know I should be thinking about training, but all I can think about is how I want him to touch me again… and again, and again. I don’t get another opportunity before the weekend comes. They push us hard during training for the next couple days, and there aren’t any chances for us to be alone. I steal glances at him every chance I get, though, and he basically eye-fucks me all day long. After Friday’s afternoon session, the alphas announce the first round of cuts. All of us recruits are a little shook when they wind up cutting ten of the trainees, which seems exc
GrayI remember being so excited for my first full moon run, years ago. My parents hyped it up, and I was convinced that I’d find my mate on my first run after I turned eighteen. I didn’t, but I still felt like the world was filled with so many more possibilities. A few months later, my parents were dead, and I guess my optimism died with them. I’ve been on countless full moon runs since then, but now they’re all about pack bonding. Finding a mate is rarely on my mind anymore.Because the squad complex is in such close proximity to my pack’s town, we invite the squad to run with us on the full moon. Our pack’s small, so it’s nice to have more numbers to run with, and the recruits that stay behind are always welcome, too. Only twelve or so of the recruits stayed behind this time, and they’re all males. Shocker.We all gather at the packhouse at dusk, and I’m gre
FALLONIt sucks that I’m assigned to patrol the night we get back. The bus doesn’t arrive back at the squad complex until dusk, so I basically have to hop off and report. I’m a little panicked when I get off the bus and see that the patrols are already grouping up- I don’t want to be late and keep them waiting.I feel a little bit of relief when I see Vienna getting off of her bus because at least I won’t be the only one holding up our patrol. I head Vienna’s way and I’m intercepted by Connor, who offers to take our bags in to the barracks for us so we can head right over to our group. Such a nice guy.Vienna and I hustle over to where Brock and Casey are standing, and I notice that Brock looks a little irritated for being kept waiting. Then again, the guy has never been very warm and fuzzy.“Ready?” he asks as we approach, and Vienna and I both mumble in t
FALLON News of the border breach spreads like wildfire through the squad complex the next morning. They never found the guy, but they’ve concluded that he was a rogue based upon his scent and the determination that he was traveling alone for the miles that they tracked him. That should be some consolation, but I’ve still got a sick feeling about the whole thing since I was the one that had the misfortune to stumble upon him. I can’t stew about it for long, though, because as soon as we get out onto the field for morning session, I see that the giant whiteboard is back. Rankings time. Only Gray and Theo are on the field today, standing in front of the whiteboard with their arms folded across their chests like bouncers at a club. Big, muscly, super hot bouncers… Not even Gray’s sexy physique can hold my attention, though- not when that whiteboard behind him is basically going to spell out my future. I’ve