“I will not stay here, caged and restricted. I will leave at the first opportunity and you may or may not be told about it if this is how you are going to react.”
“I don’t want any of these guys near me right now and I have some anger to work out.”
“Yes, sweetheart, use it as long as you need, I will send Brett and Kyle down to check in in a little while, you may need sparring partners.”
“Stay put, all three of you.”
“Would you like me to send Sierra down in a little while as well?”
“That’s fine, thank you, Alpha.”
As soon as I am through the door, the explosion of arguments from all three of them makes me flinch.
Gamma Brett is waiting for me in the hallway, his blank expression tells me he has been told of the situation and he turns as soon as he sees me and walks to the stairway that leads down to the Alpha's personal weight room.
He lets me in with his code and asks if I want him to wrap my hands. The Alpha had a brand new bag hung that could use some breaking in.
“Yes please,” I say, as he walks me over to the storage rack that seems to have everything I might need to burn off the negative energy I have aimed at my friends right now.
“He takes my hands like Oliver has done so many times and gently wraps each of my fingers, making sure the straps are secure. Once he is done, he steps back towards the door and takes the position of a sentinel on guard. No words or eye contact needed, just my protector so I can disengage and fully let loose without having to spare energy on the world falling apart around me. I let the world fall away.”
No friends, no limitations, no bullies, no one to answer to, just me and the bag in front of me. Every possible emotion I have pent up inside goes into each and every hit, every kick more lethal than the last. I lose all sense of time and feeling. All the negative thoughts swirling in my head are released into the bag.
“Everything my father has ever spit out at me, every insult and false accusation from Kaley and her minions, all the self-doubt that has pushed me to be better each and every day. I heard a crack a while ago, but I don’t stop to check for breaks in my hand. The pain just fuels the anger more.”
“Pain is a weakness and I am tired of feeling weak, being treated like I am weak, seen as being weak. Even my wolf is giving me space. She hates that we are fighting with the guys; she wants her pack and needs them, but she has always understood what I want and need. She hates being stifled by them too.”
“She will not fight me when I choose to leave and further my training. Whether my mate is here or not, this is a decision I have to be able to make. Training has really been the only thing I have ever had control over, that will not change now. I will never let anyone take this physical release from me.”
“It’s my bliss, my Zen, the happy place that is attributed to no one other than me. I want to push and see what I am really made of. I know I’m not the best based on how I did in the trials. I want to be the best, not just the best here in this pack. I want to be tried and tested, battle-worn with experiences. I will never get stuck here, so I can come home and pass on the knowledge to future generations.”
