Chapter 5: Training Day

Chrysalis's POV

Current day.

   Knocking on the door woke me from my sleep. My comfy bed was begging me to just stay put. The knocking started again and I cracked one eye open. The sun was streaming in through the slightly opened curtain.

   I finally answered the person on the other side of the door. "For the love of the gods. If you value your life, leave. I'm awake!"

   The male voice on the other side said, "If you value your life Alpha heir, you would have been awake thirty minutes ago. You know the rule. When you're at home you train. You will be late for our session if you lay in bed any longer."

   After fighting with the covers I jumped up out of bed and swung the door open. Beta Jackson Wilders stood on the other side of the doorway with his arms crossed.

"My apologies Beta Wilders. It won't happen again." I said out of breath.

   He kept his stern look for a little longer then he broke. He cracked a big smile and pulled me in for a big bear hug. I was a little surprised at first then I put my arms around his waist to hug him like a niece would hug her uncle. We both let go at the same time.

   "You still look so young Chrys," he said, still smiling. I just looked up at him with no expression. "Don't look at me like that. I know you're about to turn twenty-seven, but you will always be little Chrysie to me. Now get ready to train. You're not really about to be late. I just wanted to see you off before you got too busy in your day." He ruffled my hair before turning to leave.

"How is Jamerson? Have you talked to him lately?," I rushed to say before he could get away.

   He stopped and turned a little. He had a kind of proud but sad look on his face. "He is doing just fine. His pack is growing and he has made one hell of an alpha. I often wonder if I was ever holding him back just because he was the second born beta," he confessed. He smiled and sighed saying, "But that's enough of my guilt. I won't taint his accomplishments with it. I speak to him as much as I allow myself to hover." He waited to see if that was the last of my inquisition, then turned to leave.

   I really was going to close the door but I couldn't resist. "Do you know how he is feeling?," I asked in a small voice.

   It looked like he was giving a little thought to my question. He finally responded, "I think he is feeling well enough. He still hasn't found his mate but he has those he calls friends amongst his pack. Maybe you should give him a call when you go back out into the world." He waved and left it at that.

I closed the door and went to my bathroom to get ready for training.

   I looked in the mirror noticing how much my eyes kept shifting in color. They are normally a light brown with a hint of gray and purple. Sometimes the purple will be blue or red instead. I don't think anyone else notices it. I'll ask mom about it later. My hair was still a reddish brown mess on my head since I fell asleep without tying it up. My olive tone skin was still spotless except for this scar that appeared on the left side of my chest right under my collar bone. Part of it was reddish pink and the other part pinkish white. Both sides made up a circle that almost depicted a Sun.

   It happened when I turned twenty-one. As I was getting to bed that night, I started to feel heat in my chest. I can't remember if I passed out or just fell asleep. When I woke up the next day the spot was itching. I looked in the mirror and I saw the raised skin. Looking at it now I still don't know what it means. If it means anything at all. Maybe it has something to do with my eyes.

   I shook my head after splashing water in my face to try and wake up some more. If I get myself together I'll have time for some breakfast.

   I threw on a black sports bra with some black leggings. I decided to strap only one of my knives to my right thigh and a small gun to my left thigh. I didn’t know what today's training would consist of and I didn’t want to feel naked without any weapons since I still hadn’t shifted yet. I wasn’t sure if today would be man to man or man to wolf.

   I know it's unheard of for an alpha heir not being able to shift between the ages eighteen and twentyone years. But, I had become that one.

   I had hoped that mom and dad would have another child to step up and be alpha. It never happened. I also knew I had a will to take care of the pack. I just felt I didn’t have the tools or resources to do it without being able to shift.

   So, for now I trained to be the best I could be. I excelled at combat. No wolf besides my father had ever bested me in man to wolf combat. Seeing my drive and strength my father bestowed upon me a sort of apprentice alpha roll.

   I had surveillance over the pack so I spent most of my time on the Earth plane. We, along with most packs, resided in a tear in the planes called the Enchanted Realm. I just so happen to be part witch by way of my mother and I was able to travel back and forth.

   There are others outside of our pack that can travel too. In fact my mother helped design the first transport station so we could have full access to the Earth plane and grow our pack and establish our own businesses to thrive there as well. I had full control of those businesses. I may spend most of my time in the realm but, I came home often to check on the pack that my parents were still running.

   Now that my morning pity session was over, I finished tying my hair up and jammed my feet into my boots. I walked out of my suite and started to run down the back stairs through the omega wing to the kitchen.

   I knew I needed to go see my mother but I wasn’t ready to run into her just yet. I glided into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from one of the islands. There was a medley of fresh food. I chose an omelette. It was quick and had most of the foods I wanted all in one.

   Mhm. I tilted my head back savoring every bite. The food is always so great here.  It was one of the many reasons I ventured back so often. Before I could finish my last bite my eyes flew open as I felt her aura nudging against my senses.