Saving Nicole

Chapter 53: We Need to Talk

Nicole's POV
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What happened to him? What happened to the funny boy who was my best friend; my mate?

Damian died. Something happened. I know Spencer killed him. I know Dallas was watching. Because of the Mate Bond, I can sense that Dallas doesn't feel anything. He says the truth when he tells me that. He is numb. All of this pressure is weighing on his shoulders and he's trying to lift it and carry it.

But something is off. About Damian's death. Something happened.

And I'm going to find out.

Suddenly, I hear his voice through the Mindlink to the pack.

"Warriors. Start training. Every wolf old enough is to be taught how to protect itself. Females who are not warriors and children under the age of sixteen are not fighting, but need to learn the basics. Thank you." His voice is filled with even more authority than the Pack Meeting. He really is becoming the Alpha.

Then, his voice speaks clearly into my mind and Mica's. "Mica. You are to train Nicole."

"Yes, Alpha." Comes Mica's respectful response. Why is he calling his best friend by his title? Oh... Because Dallas isn't completely at Alpha standards yet and if his title is not used, it'll give his wolf the impression that people don't respect him and think of him as weak while he gains his traits. Something tells me I'm an exception. Dallas disconnects and Mica tells me to meet him out front. Why isn't Dallas training me himself? Why don't I train with the others?

When I step outside, I am greeted by the grinning face of Mica. He walks over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulders like he's my best friend. Which he is. Next to Dallas.

He's more like an older brother; Mica.

"How are ya, Nikki?" He grins at me, looking down at me with his humorous eyes.

I grin. "Good. You?" He nods to answer my question as we start walking towards a spot away from everyone. I open my mouth to ask a question, but he answers it before it can be asked.

"Dallas is making me train you because he's too busy himself. He has to check the patrols and look over training and he knows that I'm the next best thing." He leans in to stage-whisper. "He knows I won't hurt you."

My eyes widen. "Did I not mention that once an Heir becomes Alpha, they become more possessive and protective of their Mate?" He asks sheepishly.

"Yeah.. You kinda left that out..." I grumble. So Dallas is going to become... Possessive?

"Yeah. Just to warn you. And he knows I wouldn't dare make a move on you." He grins and shudders. "I wouldn't even try. That's like me flirting with my sister." He shudders again.

I laugh and gently punch his arm. "I'm not that bad." He shakes his head, grinning like a mad man. He needs to find his Mate. Soon.

"Ready to start?" He asks, eyeing me as if deciding on questions he wants to ask.

I nod eagerly and ask him what I need to do. I don't know the first thing about fighting.

He quickly helps me get in my stance, my feet slightly spread and bouncing on my toes, stomach tight, right fist by my cheek, and left fist slightly out and down. It takes me a few times to get it right until it becomes natural. I'm nervous. And that's an understatement.

He starts telling me about certain techniques and is surprised when I catch on easily to those. Funny how it's complicated for me to figure out how to stand properly, yet I can easily throw some punches.