No One Is Perfect

Chapter Sixteen

Okay so at least I know that I will most likely never punch through a punching bag, I am not even close to having that strength, I mean look at the guy! He basically muscle!

"I want you to do a series of combinations, start off with-" He told me a combination for me to do and I got on doing them.

The whole time I hit the bag with all my strength and it didn't even sway, in fact I think the impact made me sway more than the fucking bag. This is so frustrating!

The whole time Damion walked around me, correcting me when I didn't do a set right or praising me when I do. Touching was kept to a minimal as I know that both of our wolves were on edge, waiting to pounce, it created a huge amount of sexual tension. I transferred the tension and sexual frustration into my combos, using it to fuel my strength and to get it out of my system, it was quite effective.

For three hours he made me do two different combinations, then he made me go for a run, to loosen up the muscles that are threatening to cramp for the over use. He ran next to me in silence once we were outside. I breathed in the smell of nature, out here I felt at peace, connected to the world. My wolf purred inside me thinking the same thing.

The sky started to lower, realising that I've spent a good part of my day in the gym training and how hungry I am. At that moment my stomach growled like a dying beached whale. Damion chuckled, "Perhaps it's time to feed you?"

I nodded my head eagerly and left to the kitchen. Everyone was already there serving dinner, my mouth watered at the smell and sight of homemade cheeseburgers and fries. I grabbed a plate and sat at the table, listening to the conversation everyone was already having.

"There have been more and more rogue sightings, I think they might be all gathering together." Quin stated.

"But why? Rogues are not known to have strategic skills." Seb piped in.

Charles also put a comment in, "rogues do not come together, they are too ruthless and stupid, and they would kill each other before they do anything."

"Rogues have been known to create a 'pack' but they would need an elder wolf, someone to control their 'pack' otherwise they will destroy each other as Charles said. But do not underestimate rogues, they are not anything near stupid, they can be smart and cunning, as well as evil and ruthless." Damion says, "They might be coming together to create this 'pack' but this 'pack' could be made for different reasons, one of them being to attack a normal pack of wolves."

As I listened to this I can't help but wonder what their history with the rogues are, all of them seem to be judging them harshly so they must have been bad encounters. Though, a bad encounter with one wolf does not mean that they can judge them all, it's like with religious terrorists. Everyone starts hating that religion even though it was the individual's choice to do terrorist acts, not the religions.

I kept my opinions to myself as I have never really had an encounter with rogues, other than that one time they tried to kidnap me, but I still don't know if that was rogues or another pack that found out my secret.

Thinking of my secret bought me back to the conversation with Damion and how my Aunt is a she-wolf like me. I don't know how a man can be so evil and deceitful, to do those things he must be a psychopath or sociopath. And to take her newborn son! That's absolutely disgusting, the pain and horror she must go through knowing her own flesh and blood wants her dead for no good reason other than the fact she's a werewolf.

Knowing that someone could be such a monster makes me close in on myself, building walls up around me. I don't want to get so close to someone that they could betray me, take advantage of me. Though I guess it's too late for that, I already have my heart splitting in two directions.

Not feeling hungry anymore, I left the dining room and went up into my room. I sat on my floor and close my eyes, trying to relax.

"How many more days?" I asked my wolf in my head.

7, can you feel the power? It's building more and more by the day. We will be so strong Wynter!

"Do you think we will survive the transition? I'm so weak, nothing compared to what you need me to be."

You are anything but weak! We are anything but weak! You will survive Wynter, just focus on your training.

"Sounds like fun." Just as I finished my sentence Charles came through the door and looked at me weirdly.

"Why are you on the floor?" he asks.

I shrug, "It's comfy?"

He laughed and sat on the bed, "I haven't held you all day, come over here."

I smiled and launched myself onto him from the floor, he laughed and caught me, spinning me so I'm underneath him. He looked into my eyes before kissing me lovingly, I nibbled his lips wanting more.

He groaned and opened his mouth for me, our tongues touch and I moan, gipping his hair in my hands and slightly tug at it as our tongues play. I can never get over his taste, rain forest and lust, delicious. His hands go under my sports bra and pinch my nipples harshly, I moaned loudly and arch my back to push them more into his hands. He moved his lips to my neck nibbling at my sweet spot whilst playing with my nipples.

"Oh Charles!" I moan and thrust my hips to meet his hard length.

He groaned in my mouth and bit down on my neck making me gasp, he grinded our hips together, pushing himself against my core before shoving himself from the bed away from me.

"This is not slowing down Wynter, I'm sorry, I'm going to go have a shower." He says and backs away from me, leaving me needy and hot.

I close my eyes and sigh, fuck I have decided, I'm a whore.