Buzz, buzz, buzz, my phone vibrated, alerting me that it was 5:30am. God, why did I stay up so late and watch a movie? I felt something hard beside me and realized Kelly was still there. I shut off my phone and quietly got out of bed. I still had my joggers on so I just grabbed a sports bra. It was going to be a nice day and I needed to let out some pent-up frustration. Grabbing my shoes, I tiptoed out of the room and made my way to the front door. Hopefully, I am by myself this morning for a run. Stepping outside, the sun was starting to rise. It was a little crisp still this morning. I quickly put my shoes on and started jogging. I really didn’t know where to, but I just let my mind go blank. I didn’t think about anything. I focused on the birds chirping, the pounding sound of my shoes hitting the dirty floor. My breath is controlled by going into my nose and out my mouth. I kept my arms at my side and kept my stride long. Running was a necessary evil. Hearing a water fall, I slowed my pace and walked up to it.
It was so nice and peaceful here. I sat down on a rock that was overlooking the water. My only choice in this is to stay strong. I feel like my life is going to change after reading the prophesies. Is one really made about me? Why me though? Why not Kelly or Ashley? What is so special about me and why did my parents not tell me about this? Did they even know? I don’t feel like I even had a chance to breathe since all this happened. This was supposed to be a vacation, but now it is like destiny had other plans. If I had stayed in my pack, would any of this happen? I doubt Zach would have ever met Brooke. Just them makes me feel like I am on the right path and at least something good has happened.
The sun was fully risen now and I wanted to punch something, so I got up and made my way back to the pack house. I am pretty sure there is a gym there somewhere. I ran a little slower this time back and I let my mind wonder. Even if I read the prophesy that is about me, would I even know it? I wonder if there is a book on the original family. Zach is a history nerd. Maybe he will know something I don’t.
I slowed to a walk when I got within eyesight of the packhouse and slowly made my way to the front. Luckily, there was a teenage boy lounging by the front door.
“Do you know where the weight room or gym is?” I asked him.
He looked at me curiously, “Very back of the house, easier to go around the house. Follow that path” he spoke quietly.
“Thank you!” I said and made my way following the path. It first led to a beautiful garden. Full of spring flowers like liilies and irises. So many pinks, purple and yellows. There was a small shrub maze that led to a bench in the middle of the garden. From this view, you can see the whole garden, parkhouse and into the back yard. Currently, the back yard is full of warriors training. As much as I wanted to sit and watch a lot of muscular men train, I needed to hit something. I kept walking and found a door. I opened it slowly and peaked in. Thankfully, I found the weight room. It was big and updated from the looks of things. I saw a punching bag in the back and made my way around to it. Below the bag is some tape. I managed to tape my knuckles up and started punching.
This is for my dad! This is for my mom! I was screaming in my head all the pain I was feeling and letting it go through my fist. My parent’s death, my lost boyfriend, my ex-best friend, my home states away, this stupid prophesy, no clothes, no family. Hit after hit I swung. I was drenched in sweat before someone pulled me off of the bag.
“Nina!! Girl, you need to stop before you break your hand. Let me see them. I will grab some ice. Tell me what’s wrong!” Zach yelled in my face. His hands were gripping my shoulders. He let go of me when he knew I was focusing on him and grabbed some ice.
This must happen a lot for them to have an ice machine in the weight room. Zach led me to some mats on the floor and he began stretching as I iced my hands. My back was against the wall and my legs were straight out crossed. I had one bag of ice in each hand on either side of me. Now he has made me stop, my hands are throbbing but, thanks to my quick healing, I should be fine in a couple hours.
“How is Brooke?” I asked.
“ Better, she came out of her coma early this morning. She has some visitors right now so I decided to find you and figure out what you have been doing.”
So, I told him everything. I told him about the rogues, the interrogation, the supposed prophesy. I decided not to tell him about the original family because I wanted to see what he knew first.
“You’re a history buff, tell me what you know about wolves with abilities?” I asked.


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