Big Bad Alphas

Chapter 48 - The End

Eric approaches us, not expecting to see his mother at such a public place as the training grounds. "You look well," he tells her. "What are you two doing here?"

"Isabella is going to learn how to fight," Evangeline says, and I look down at her.

"You want to fight?" Eric asks, glancing at me.

"Yes," I improvise, "I want to be able to defend myself. If anything ever happens, I want to be able to help."

Evangeline seems to be very satisfied. "Well, go on. I'll be watching with Heath."

We watch as she walks away before looking to each other. "So, are you going to teach me?"

Eric crosses his arms. "If you like."

"Oh, well if there's someone better then maybe I should—"

"Come on," Eric sighs, "I usually don't train people, you're quite lucky for this opportunity."

I roll my eyes. "Just teach me. What are we doing? Should I shift?"

"No, everyone starts in human form. It's much easier to begin like this. Once you know the basics, then you can shift."

I scan the area quickly. "But everyone is shifted. They're going to know that I'm a wimp."

"They've been training since they were sixteen years old. Now do you want to learn, or not?" He questions.

"Wow, you're a tough teacher," I mutter.

"And you're a difficult student." Eric lets his arms drop, "Now this is only for self-defense. I don't want you fighting anyone when you don't have to."

"Okay."

Eric grabs my wrist with his right hand. "Get free."

I raise an eyebrow before yanking my arm from him, but he is holding on too tight. "Your grip is too tight."

"No, it's not. Don't just pull away, twist your wrist so your thumb lines up with mine then yank back."

I do as told, but I am still trapped. "You're being too rough."

Eric seems amused. "You love it."

Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, I pull my wrist from his grasp. "I'm not your mate right now, I'm your student. I want to be able to defend myself. It'll make your mother happy."

Eric crosses his arms again. "You talked to her."

"Yes. She told me what happened on the way over," I elaborate, "I think she'll be alright. She just has to know that there is still purpose in her life."

"Now," I tell him, "you be the attacker, and I'll be myself."

"Just because you can get out of a wrist hold, doesn't mean you know how to defend yourself."

"I know," I say, "It can be more learn as you go."

Before Eric can respond, I swing my scrunched up hand at his face, knowing he will stop me. It takes a fraction of a second from him to catch my fist. "Alright," he tells me, "I'm the attacker. Run."

I take two steady steps back before turning and breaking out into a full on sprint into the trees. Wishing I could shift, I try to bury myself within the forest, moving in a way that could get me lost. I hear him behind me, somewhere, but I do not see him as I glance back.