"You okay?" Aiden looks down at me concerned, "Yes I just didn't think they'd pair me with her at the start, I thought they'd start lower" I'm surprised to hear Ethan laugh. "Your act hasn't really fooled everyone." I shake my head, "What do you mean?" Ethan smiles "You may always lose, but you are never badly beaten, heal quickly and put up a decent fight, your teachers see potential, they are not stupid Armina" I look back down at my feet. This is a mistake. 'No Armina, holding back was a mistake' Aurora states, 'enough is enough, this decides our whole future' she isn't wrong. Not only that, but letting Serena be the reason I get a lower rank would give her way to much satisfaction. Not a chance.
'Okay, okay' I feel my resolve, but my nerves are still going crazy, 'I can't do this Aurora, but you can, you take control' I decide before I can change my mind, I take down my barrier and let Aurora to the front of my mind. Allowing her to take over our body. "What just happened?" Aiden''s voice interrupts but I can't answer. "We are fine Aiden, she's just letting me take this part" Aiden gasps as he looks into our eyes, "Your eyes, they're glowing, is that you Aurora?" My body nods. I am nothing but a bystander as our elite warrior announces "Armina & Serena you're up". I see her blonde hair making its way through the crowd, her confidence clear in the way she high fives several people on her way to the front. I feel Aurora make her way there too, feeling like I'm in a dream as I watch the world pass me by with no control. Our classmates cheer her on, sure of her win. I see a few surprised faces as some people notice my eyes glowing a violet purple. As I finally face Serena, her eyes widen slightly before she takes on her normal condescending sneer, "Look who has somehow become more of a freak, ready to get your ass kicked again?" If I was in charge, I may have said something, but Aurora isn't one for words. Only action. "Begin" the word is simple. Aurora, not one to wait leaps. Serena barely has time to react with Aurora jumping forward and throwing our right fist into Serena's face. Taken back, she falls, holding her cheek. Aurora doesn't give her a chance to compose herself, throwing our body forward she is quickly on top of her throwing another punch before holding her down, "Do you concede?" our voice sounds. Serena growls, her wolf coming forward and pushing us off of her. I feel the strength in our body. Aurora allows us to fall back just enough to stand. She wants to milk this a little. Aurora allows her to stand with a smile. Serena only turned 17 a few weeks ago, her wolf new and inexperienced. "Look who thinks they're strong now, I'm going to make you hurt for that" she sneers, her overly lined lips curled. Aurora laughs, "Bring it" she states simply. Serena leaps forward, her fist aimed for our face. Aurora side steps, smiling as Serena tries to throw another punch, my hand reaches out and takes her arm. Throwing her over our shoulder and throwing another punch at Serena's face this one drawing blood and breaking her nose. Serena grunts in pain as Aurora throws a kick into her stomach sending her flying into the side of the ring. Serena grunts on the ground, struggling to stand as Aurora stands watching. Aurora throws another kick, sending her back to the grounds as her ribs crack loudly. Her face contorted in pain. 'Are you sure about this?' I ask, still hesitant on what this will mean. 'We will be okay Armina, I promise' I back off. Letting her have her moment. Wolves are always known to have control of the physical part of the trials. Serena's face turns to one of fear, her wolf sensing she is not in control of this fight. "How?" she asks, Aurora moves, ignoring her, moving forward as Serena lets out a feral growl, her claws protruding, desperate as she stands and charges as us, attempting to slice our face. Aurora takes her arm, snapping it easily as she drops to the ground in pain. Aurora laughs as she throws our head forward, headbutting her and rendering her unconscious. Her body drops to the floor, groaning before remaining still. The crowd goes silent before I hear a voice filled with pride and love booms, "Woohoo Armina, knew you could do it" Aiden claps, before several hesitant claps join him. "Winner, Armina Carter" as more people join in the applause, including our future Alpha Leon, Serena's brother as he stares at me darkly, a slow clap of obligation. 'This is going to be interesting' I state, as Aurora lets me regain control. 'They won't need another fight from us' she states confidently 'time to show them your strengths' I smile, knowing I was more confident when it came to the intellectual side of things. Choosing to embrace my new future I walk over to Aiden with a big smile, ignoring the curious stares around me.Nathanial:She stands to the side, gesturing for me to come in. Hesitating for only a second I walk through, looking around to find everything almost the same. Except for a photo of Sarah next to a candle on her fireplace mantle. The loss of my friend pulling on my heart strings as I turn to face her. She hasn't aged much. Not suprising with witches. She's connected to some major power, she could probably look exactly the same in 50 years if she wanted too. "You took a long time" she notes, watching me shifting uncomfortable. "Had to walk" I confess, looking anywhere but at her face as I add, "Croxus isn't with me at the moment" she isn't suprised. "I know, I felt him leave you" she explains gesturing me to sit on one of the chairs as she moves to sit across from me. "What do you mean you felt it?" I ask surprised, sitting as requested. I find myself finally facing her, watching her bright green eyes as she searches my face. She sighs, "Sarah made me promise a few days ago that if a
Armina.Seven days, it sounds like a bad horror movie. I walk down to hall to Tristan's room needing some time to breathe and absorb this all. Right, I've mastered moving things, tracking, reading people. The memory ability still feels random, I can't always do it on command. I need to know what else I can do. A thought comes into my mind as Tristan comes to into the room, closing the door behind him. "Perfect timing" I almost yell, "I need that diary about destiny wolves and any other books you may have about past wolves abilities" Tristan nods. Thinking for a few minutes before adding, "You don't have time to read everything Armina, I think going and speaking to an Elder may be better, I'll reach out and see if there are any especially interested in that topic" he adds, approaching me and placing his arms around my waist. I lean in closer to him, needing the comfort his he offers and letting his scent calm my crazy emotions and thoughts. "Thank you" he whispers, I look up at him c
Tristan and I have been running the morning training drills, continuing to work on different ways we can fight the lycan even if they have the strength and size. We need to do everything we can to minimise the loss of life on our side. Several pack members from the different packs here because of Shayne join in. We seem lucky that everyone is blending together well, focusing on the coming war instead of picking fights over small differences. It occurs to me that we could be creating something really special here. The biggest alliance in wolf history if everyone continues to get along. More wolves have arrived, from Shayne's allies, Eclipse & from Blood Moon. The numbers we have ready to fight the lycan are unheard of, all we can do is hope that's it's enough. As we train Aiden mind links me. 'We need to talk' His voice serious. 'Can it wait?' I ask, 'Not really. We are finishing up here, then need to get cleaned up. One hour, main room. Bring Tristan & Nathanial' I look up to Trista
As I close my door gently. Trying not to bring anymore attention to myself then what has already happened today, the grief threatening to completely overwhelm me. The moment her neck snapped I felt a piece of me die with her. I understand how Tristan and Armina feel, but they don't know how much she meant to me. Growing up Tristan and I were never allowed to have friends. It was just each other. That didn't help my self-esteem considering I was always comparing myself to Tristan and feeling inadequate. Tristan had clearly taken on the big brother role and as much as I wanted not to be the weak little brother, I wasn't able to measure up. Every time I screwed up and he took control I wanted to object, I wanted to take ownership, but I would always freeze. The 'freeze and nod' I would always call it in my mind, which was always the exact moment when I'd hear our father's voice boom our names. Fear would always take over and no matter how much I'd try to fight against it, I was never a
It's hard being angry at Nathanial. Every part of my being has been so used to protecting him, to taking any consequences meant for him on myself. But to he honest I don't think I would even if I could this time. Armina is a goddess, everything about her has me completely hooked and I couldn't risk losing her for anyone, not even Nathanial. Seeing her in that much pain when Nathanial mated with Sarah was the closest to hate I have ever felt towards my brother, the only time I have ever thrown hands at him out of rage. I hated it. But I couldn't bare what he had done to her. Not just that. Every single beating I had, I tried to internalise the pain. Convince myself I deserved it to not give our father the pleasure of watching me cry or beg. I got so good at it, pain barely even phased me anymore. I could have been beaten to death and probably still wouldn't have cared. There were several times I thought our father was going to go too far, Cole sure he wasn't going to be able to heal
Tristan is silent as we walk holding my hand tightly. We don't say it but I think both of us are really grateful no one will be up for an hour or so. Both of us needing time to process what has happened, what this means for all of us. If Nathanial has wanted to be forgiven he has gone about it in the worse way possible. With Tristan still radiating rage as he walks over to the shower turning it to hot and turning back to me. "I'm sorry" He whispers, his voice broken as his forehead leans against mine. His eyes closed as he breathes our scent. "You have nothing to be sorry for" I state. "I should have known, I don't understand how I missed something like this" he mumbles, heartbroken. "Tristan stop" I order, "Look at me" I order. He obeys, always respecting anything I ask of him. His eyes meeting mine, still showing anger but also fear. "This is NOT your fault, it was never your fault and you are not going to punish yourself for his choices, do you under