The Prison Was Easier

Chapter 13

Josh's POV

It's finally the weekend, which means that it's the pack training day, and I already can't wait to be on the training grounds, exercising for a whole day.

Nicolas will be there too, but he will be just watching.

I told him that I won't be able to visit him today and tomorrow, because I will have to train, and he asked if he could watch, so I agreed.

I will most likely have to tell one of the instructors to let me walk him back to the pack hospital after a few hours, because I really doubt that he will want to sit half a day on the grass, just watching the people train, especially because it's cold outside.

But I'm happy that he will be watching me, it's a great motivation, so I'm sure that I will be better than usual.

I glance at the clock, and I quickly realise that I'm going to be late, so I run out of the house, and towards the pack house, to get my mate.

I have never been late for the pack training, and I have no idea how I managed to forgot that I will need some extra time to get my mate form the pack house.

I quickly walk into the pack hospital, and to find my mate, who's already waiting for me.

So, I extend my hand, which he gladly takes, and I start to pull him with me.

I look at the clock again, and I decide that we should be alright if we will walk quickly, so there's no need for me to shift.

And it's not like I will be in trouble if I will be a bit late, so I have no idea why I'm stressing about it.

We soon reach the training grounds, and I tell Nicolas to sit on the grass, under one of the trees.

I know that the people will go there to sit, when they will get tired, but I will be standing close, so I will see if someone will be bothering him.

I find one of my friends, and I drag him to the place that I want to train in, because I know that I will need a partner to train later on, and I wouldn't want to move from here.

Most of the people are already here, and if they're not, then I doubt that they will even come here.

So, when the instructors finally decide to show up, we start the training, and I quickly realise that I was wrong to assume that I will do very good today.

Because I don't think that I ever did worse in a training.

I keep messing up, and the instructors keep glancing at me, most likely wondering why I'm like this today, since I'm usually one of the most concentrated people.

I guess that knowing that Nicolas is looking at me, watching my every move, is making me a lot more nervous than I want to admit.