Chapter 056
HANNAH
I took a deep breath, bent to tie the laces of my boots. It was my first day at training and though I was a bit nervous, not knowing what to expect, my resolve to hone whatever gift or skill I possessed had not lessened one bit.
A knock sounded at the door just as I had straightened and was wrapping my hair into a tight bun.
"Come in," I called out.
From the mirror, I saw the door to my room open, and my mother walk in. She smiled at me a little uncertainly. She moved around the room, absently touching objects, lifting and dropping them. She stopped in front of me. I knew her too well to not know that she wanted to talk to me.
"How are you doing today, dear?" she asked, peering into my eyes.
"I'm fine. Really. I feel... great. I-"
I noticed she had something on her mind so I stopped talking so she could get to it.
"You're set for the training?" she asked, eyeing my outfit.
"Yes mum."
A worried frown creased her brow. "I don't think you should train-"
"But-"
"Yet, I mean. Hannah, you just got out of a near death experience. Your body might still be weak even if you don't know it yet. I think you still need to rest, get your strength back and then you can consider this... training."
"I'm really fine, mum." I laid a hand over her fidgeting hand. "I just can't sit around doing nothing anymore. I need answers to so many questions bugging me. Maybe through training, I'll finally get the answers I want. Alpha Wallace thinks so."
“And what will happen once you don’t get those answers? I don’t mean to discourage you, but what if you’re not the white wolf? I don’t want you to get optimistic about Chase’s theory and then get disappointed later. I know you want to train to prove to yourself that you’re the white wolf, but I think you should be patient.”
I touched her shoulder. “Mum, I know you’re concerned about me but I’m fine. I need this, I need to learn how to stand up for myself. I have been patient all my life, haven’t I?”
She didn't look convinced, but she nodded. "If you think that's best... But please take it easy out there. If you feel overwhelmed, take a break and- Oh Jace is here."
I turned to see Jace, dressed in what had to be his training clothes, walk into the room.
"Hi," he said with a smile. "You ready, Hannah?"
I gave him a thumbs up, took leave of my mother and followed Jace out of the room.
"Good luck out there," my mother called after me.
I waved at her just before Jace and I passed out of sight.
"You look great by the way," Jace said as we quickly descended the stairs. "Your outfit... it's hot and at the same time totally badass."
I fingered the material of the army green tank top, and looked down at my khakis and boots. "Thanks. They are Willa's actually. She had them stored away somewhere. I borrowed them from her."
"Hmmm. Looks really good on you, like they were made for you. But I need to take you shopping really soon so you won't have to borrow clothes from Willa. I want you to be as comfortable as possible here."
"Thanks. I actually have clothes, you know. I left them back at my pack." I pondered on this for a moment. "Actually, I don't have any clothes. At least not anymore. You know Asher. He must have burned all my clothes by now."
Judging by the sudden frown on Jace's face he thought so too. We all knew how cruel and petty Asher was.
My tormentor was however driven clean out of my mind the next minute when we got to the training ground. It was a large tract of land on Alpha Wallace's property. Training and sparring equipments could be seen at the far edges of the place. Cade, Chase and some other trainers were standing around, talking. Some pack's guards and warriors were there too. They had the air of people who were waiting around for someone before they began. In this case, the someone was me.
The nervousness I had felt in my room was nothing compared to what I felt now as their conversation tapered off and one by one, all eyes were fixed on me. I could see Chase and Cade smiling at me encouragingly, but that didn't stop the thoughts floating around in my head.
What if training was a big mistake? What if I didn't have the knack for it? Which wouldn't be surprising as I had spent all my life avoiding the rougher side of things.
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