Wolf Rage | ✔️

[9] Alpha's Request

The tone she used was merely informative. She obviously didn't care to join and that made Mia happy because she was right—there was no way in hell she'd keep up with that pace.

She'd faint.

Or die.

Neither option sounded appetizing. Suddenly, the chorus of sneakers reached their area, and the weremen wrapped around them like a circle. Lisa, Mia, and Sammie a horizontal line in the middle with six handsome weremen all around. Mia noticed they purposely slowed down. She easily recognized Michael, the buff wereman with dirty blond hair. He jogged behind Sammie, and Mia even noticed how he was appraising her best-friend strangely. Was he...admiring her?

The dude rarely paid mind to Sammie but here he was watching her from behind. In front of her she recognized a familiar mop of curly hair that belonged to none other than John. She had a math class with him, but they sat in total opposite sides, so they never interacted. The other wolfmen she couldn't peg a name to.

Samuel ended up on Samantha's right side. He looked down at his sister. "Do you ladies want to join us."

Lisa yelled a "Yes!" at the same time Mia blurted a resounding "No!"

Mia whipped her head towards the wolfwoman. Did the chick not hear the previous consensus? They were not—and repeat, not joining these runners. Mia didn't have a death wish thank you very much.

Samantha clarified the clashing answers. "No thank you. I'm training with Mia and she wouldn't be able to keep up."

Samuel's dark eyes traveled over his sister to look at Mia. They were derogatory, making her almost feel bad for forcing her friend to slow down. Almost. This whole training thing was Sammie's idea, and she never seemed upset at having to slow down. If anything, Mia sensed she quite enjoyed being her mentor. 

Screw you reptile. This is the meaning of true friendship.

"Shame. You're an ox holding on to a donkey."

Mia would have spat something insulting, except she was kind of getting out of breath. And her legs were hurting really bad. And not to mention there was a part of her hair that escaped from the ponytail and was annoyingly stuck to sweat over her cheek and covering her mouth.

Thankfully, her friend came to her defense and slapped his shoulder. "That's enough Saurus. You and your crew can go ahead. We're going at our own pace."

"I'll join you guys! I could use a more strenuous workout." Lisa said right after.

Mia rolled her eyes. That girl just wouldn't quit would she? By all means please take your running juices and go ahead. Then, Mia noticed how Lisa's gaze remained stuck on Samuel. Her mouth was parted as she admired him. Mia was concerned a fly might go in there and drop poop. Then it all came to one picture...

Ew.

Gross.

A reptile-lover.

No wonder she wanted to join the wolfmen so badly. She was enamored with that horrible specimen.

The wolfmen wordlessly headed out, coming out of their circle formation and resuming to their previous pace as a six-men team. Ever elated, Lisa went after them like a child running towards her favorite candy, placing herself right beside a particular wolfman with dark eyes and a blank expression.

Well, we all knew which flavor she liked.

Once she was off Samantha uttered a relieved. "Finally."

Mia raised a brow as she was still unable to speak much with her burning lungs.