Chapter four

Chapter four - When time flies

"They say time heals everything... Is that so?"

•Eight years later•

"Он мне не друг, он как стая сук," young woman, holding her opponents throat in a rather tight grip, laughed loudly. (He's not my friend, he's like a pack of bitches).

"Come on, we have been here together since day one, how come you learned Russian and I didn't?" blonde male pouted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Funny, but he didn't seem to be bothered by the scene in front of him.

"Jamey, could you stop whining? I'm kinda in the middle of something here if you haven't noticed," the same woman spoke through gritted teeth.
Who could blame her, she was in the middle of training, fighting one of the fiercest warriors out there. And she was winning.

"Gosh, what has crawled up in your ass and died there?" he whined even louder, not fearing any consequences.
"Oh, by the way, I'd suggest you let him go. He tapped out a minute or so ago, his face is kinda turning purple," he added quiet giggle and turned around, leaving the training grounds.

"You're dead meat, Jamey," she instantly let go of her opponent's throat and apologized rather quietly. She stood up and shook hands with the man.

"You're getting a lot better, Mira," he smiled widely.

"Thanks, Louis, I'm taking the rest of the day free, if you don't mind," she didn't like holding eye contact with the male. He was 20 years older than she was, and each time their eyes met, she could see the lust they held. No, he wasn't her mate, he was more like a perverted uncle, and the young woman kept doing her best in avoiding him on all costs.

"And why's that, if I may ask? Does my presence intimidates you?" he smirked. He held out his arms, in the hope that this time she would accept him, she could hug him, that's not much to ask. Right?
Wrong, she just shook her head and kept her gaze down to her feet.

"I'm on border patrol tonight, plus since I'm pretty good at this," she sighed, thinking if she should speak out loud for the news she has received this morning.
"Since I'm doing pretty good at school and training thing I'm allowed to get back home early. I'm leaving at the end of this week, so this was my last training. Thank you. For everything," the thing is that her words were sincere. Louis might come out as some sicko for most of the girls here, well she might be the only girl here for now, but he did help her to grow a lot. Not just like a warrior, but as a person. They used to spend a lot of time together, and he was her mentor. Fighting techniques, tracking, he was there for her first shift, Hell he even helped her to do her homework.

"Я буду скучать по тебе, Мира!" he yelled from behind of her, she didn't notice how she has already reached the packhouse. (I'll miss you, Mira!)

"Я тоже буду скучать, по всем," she whispered, more to herself. (I'll miss all of you)
Even though she was excited to get back home finally, she wasn't exactly happy to leave this pack.

After that terrible accident, she was in a coma-like state for two whole months. Both of her parents were on edge, their firstborn in danger, and an infant on their hands. So they decided to send the young girl to Russia. She lived in a warrior only pack, trained with them, and went to school with pack members. Leaving everything behind felt like leaving her family. Again.

Now, after eight years, she is finally to go back home.
It's quite funny how she was afraid of changing school more than traveling back to another country. She didn't like to meet new people; she was more anti-social than most of the known werewolves.
But now she had one more person to break the news.

"Jamey, you little bitch, where are you hiding?" she growled as soon as she smashed the door open.

The womanly scream sounded from the upstairs; she knew it's her friend, who tends to act more ladylike than a young girl ever could.

She was about to take off and find her friend (most likely hidden in his closet again) when someone clearing their throat stopped her.
The male made for her all well too known "tsk tsk tsk" sound and she instantly froze.

"Последний раз, когда мы разговаривали ты обещала больше так не делать," man spoke coldly. He never held any emotions, nor ever changed the tone of his voice. He might seem to be dead inside, but she knew better than assuming such a terrible thing. (Last time, when we spoke you promised not to do that again)

"Извините Альфа, я просто хотела напугать своего друга ещё последний раз перед отъездом," soon after she last word left her lips, they both busted out in loud laughter. Exactly, they laughed. For most people, he was just a cold, heartless man, but for her, he was her godfather. One of her father's closest friends, part of their family. (I'm sorry Alpha, I just wanted to scare my friend one last time before I have to leave)

"Мира, ты же знаешь что мне не нравится когда ты называешь меня так. Просто Денис. Но теперь, перед тем как ты найдёшь своего друга, я хочу тебе что-то показать," he opened his arms for her and she gladly gave in to his hug. He was the only person who truly knew who she was, who knew her real name and where she came from.
(Mira, you know that I don't like it when you call me that. Just Denis. But now, before you find your friend, I want to show you something).

"Я буду скучать по тебе," she said as she looked up at him, smile glued on her face. He smiled back and took her hand into his, leading her outside of the packhouse. He has always seen her as his daughter, as he didn't have any children on his own.
(I'll miss you)

He didn't say anything. Despite his seemingly cold nature, he could break down in tears at any moment. He wasn't ready to let her go. Not just yet. Her birthday was coming up soon, so he had the most excellent idea ever. At least that's what he thought, knowing that her father would be angry and her mother. Well, she might try to kill him.

He ordered her to stay on the steps and close her eyes, what she gladly did.

"Открой глаза," he said quietly and smirked.
(Open your eyes)

"Holy fucking shit!" she yelled in disbelief.
"Mom is so going to kill you! I love it!" she giggled like a child, clapping her hands and running to him, once again hugging him tightly. This time, inhaling his scent deeply, in the hope she would never forget how her godfather smelt of fresh rain.

"Wait, does this mean?" she looked up at him, concern was written all over her face.

He didn't say a word; the deep, heavy sigh was enough for her to understand what was happening.

She was going home.
Today.

Finally.