Chapter Two

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Edited: October 9, 2017

Edited: May 25, 2018


It's a dark forest. Nobody's around. I smell something. Its sweet, and intriguing. I follow it. I stop when I see a beautiful man. I can't see his face. Its too dark. He turns around. His face-

"Layla! Get up!" Angie yells in my ear. I jump up.

"Angie, what the heck?!" I screech.

"It's time for training," she says, getting off my bed.

"What time is it?" I grumble, putting a pillow over my head.

"Oh, you know, 4:30 in the morning..." Angie trails off.

"FOUR THIRTY IN THE MORNING?!" I scream at her. "ARE YOU CRAZY?"

"A little, yeah. What time did your old pack wake up?" She asks, tightening her shoe laces. I feel a slight pang when she mentions my old pack.

"Like 7, but it definitely wasn't this early," I say, sitting up.

"Well, get ready or Alpha will punish you for being late." She says, skipping out if my room. God, how can she be so cheerful at 4:30 in the freaking morning?!

I slowly get out of bed, dragging myself into the shower. Thankfully, the shower wakes me up a bit. Eventually, I turn off the water and step out. Of course I forgot a towel. As if my day couldn't get any worst. I mumble curse words to myself as I walk into my room, leaving droplets of water every where I go.

"I sent Angie to wake you up, but she said you didn't really want to so I thought I would-" someone's voice says, pushing my door open. I scream and quickly grab my towel and race into the bathroom. Sadly, I couldn't get there in time.

"Can't you just knock?!" I yell at the person.

"Can't you try to remember a towel?" The familiar voice says. A sweet, woodsy scent fills my nose.

"Sorry, Alpha," I bow my head, clinging the towel to my damp body.

"Its OK. Be downstairs for training in 10 minutes," he says sternly.

"OK, Alpha," I say, raising my head, sure that my face was red. He leaves with a slight wave, pulling the door closed behind him. I dry myself off and drop my towel on my floor, not caring.

My day has hardly begun and I'm already wishing for it to be over. I grab some clothes from my drawers. I settle on black and white athletic shorts and a black sports bra. I guess you can say black is my favorite color. I pull on my Nike flex, in the colors -you guessed it- black and white. I quickly throw my dull, brown hair into an elastic, grabbing my phone and earbuds, and running downstairs, just in time.

"How nice of you to join us, Layla," Alpha says, teasing in his voice.

"Sorry for being late, Alpha," I say quietly. Everyone's eyes are on me. I feel myself blushing. By 'just in time' I mean, just in time to get called out for being late. Of course.

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