The Luna

Chapter 8: Training With Idiots is Exhausting

Alex

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The trampoline park, Jump Jam, looked awesome. We broke off in pairs: Chris and Jason, Aidan and me. Apparently Harry worked here (even though he's the delta male), so he explained to us what we could and couldn't do, and what certain things were. Apparently you were supposed to run up the wall and try to get on the top. They called it the 'Warped Wall'. Then there were the three different obstacle courses: the ninja course, and the two climb-y ones.

"Where do you want to go first?" Aidan's eyes were as wide as saucers as he took in his surroundings. Chris and Jason were having a 'who can jump the furthest' competition on the regular trampolines littering the floor. It looked like Jason was winning.

When I looked back to my youngest brother, who'd gotten a mischievous glint in his eye, and a knowing smirk on his face. "Alex, my dear sister, I challenge you to a jumping competition. Winner chooses where we go next. Deal?"

"Oh you're on." We headed over to the super-bounce trampolines, the three greyish ones that were behind glass. There was a wall in the back that got higher for each trampoline. We had to wait a few minutes, but eventually we got one side by side. "Prepare to lose, little brother." I said teasingly. Aidan snarled playfully.

And so we began to jump. Aidan got pretty high, but I'm a very competitive woman. So I put all my focus into jumping as high as I could. I even got confident enough to do a frontflip, which was something I never thought I'd do. It was so fun. But, even though it looked like I was laughing, no sound came out. Sometimes that annoys me. Sometimes it makes me sad. It'd be different if I'd been born mute, I guess. I wouldn't remember a time that I could talk. But I do. I remember when I was eleven years old and could talk to my brothers. My friends. My... my parents. I tried not to focus on that. I always tried to focus on the present, not the past. If I focus on the past, I'll never escape the guilt of running away while my parents were mauled by Ferals. And yet, I can never focus on the present too long. The little things that remind me of them, my mom and dad, it's insane. I'd look at something random and be pulled into a flashback of something that happened years ago.

I was pulled back to now by Aidan shouting about how he was winning. I told him that he definitely wasn't. "Okay, bud. There are people waiting on us." I told him.

"Aww come on! Just a little longer?"

"Aidan," My voice was warning.He sighed in defeat and stopped jumping. We exited the spaces we were in and approached the employee that was supervising everyone. We'd asked her to judge who won that particular challenge.

"You both did very well," Brittany said, "but my personal opinion says that you won." She pointed to Aidan. I feigned hurt and sadness, but ended up laughing.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" I asked my younger brother. Scanning the place, I could see that Chris and Jason were now at the warped wall, trying to run up it.

Aidan pretended to think. "Hmm... I don't know. How about the ninja course?" I groaned internally. It looked fun, but I wasn't so sure I'd like it. Besides, I'm pretty sure I have PTSD from obstacle courses. When I was younger, Chris and I went to one. I went home with a black eye and a busted lip. But I did tell Aidan that the winner picked where we went next. So we headed to the ninja course.

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3rd Person

Austin Hendrix was not the happiest werewolf in the world. His gamma and delta, Max Cross and Silas Granger, were taking forever to eat their food. "Would you two hurry up? We have places to be." Austin tapped his finger against the table impatiently.