The Broken and the Rogue ✓

Ch. 6: A special kind of training

Two weeks of hard training passed. My body had finally recovered from the injuries and I was feeling stronger, but in exchange, I had gained endless muscle pain.

Added to all this was the constant presence of my wolf who kept asking me to get closer to my mate. It didn't matter how much I tried to explain to her that I wasn't interested, she kept pestering me with her cries.

We were better without him. Why couldn't she understand that?

In short, I was exhausted and ready to explode. I needed to eliminate some of my energy in some way, any option that freed me from the constant tension was useful. However, all I did was train, train again and sometimes talk a little with the group members.

The rogues ended up being nicer than I thought. I could tell by the way they looked when they went out on a mission or how they fought that they were deathly, but between them they acted like a weird family; a strange one but ten times better than my family.

"Artec is on a mission now, he asked me to take his place," Darla told me as soon as I entered the training room.

She was sitting in a chair by the door, filing her red nails, probably waiting for me to arrive so she could intercept me.

"Thanks for the help, I appreciate it," I answered as she stood up.

Since I started my training, Artec had never missed one of our sessions, when Zaziel had told me that the gamma would be happy to help me he wasn't lying. Artec always found a new way to make training challenging and somewhat entertaining, anyone who trained with him could tell how much he enjoyed doing it.

Having a different instructor than Artec made me nervous, Darla could be more demanding or less understanding than him, although if he had chosen her, she surely wouldn't be a bad option.

"There isn't much time left before you have to face the trials, Artec told me that you are decent at hand-to-hand combat so today we are going to focus on handling weapons," she explained to me, walking towards the door that led to the next room. "At night you are going to go hunting with Artec, you have to get used to hunting in your wolf form."

I nodded, keeping the situation as professional as possible. Darla didn't try to get off topic either, instead, she headed straight to the rack full of knives and picked out some for me.

"Let's start with the lightest ones, let me see what you learned with Artec.”

She watched me throw the knives at different targets, from time to time she gave me some advice about my posture but she didn't congratulate me either.

Frowning, she handed me the next knives and made me repeat the process.

To be honest I wasn't doing a good job. Most of the knives missed the target even though I tried to copy the stance that she and Artec had taught me. My copy must be defective because no matter how hard I tried I couldn't improve.

"Are you even trying?" she asked me.

I turned around with the knife still in my hand to argue her words when a delicious scent distracted me. Instead of defending myself I ended up focused on the door that was opening.

Zaziel walked into the room and my wolf started begging me to run to him. There was no way I was going to do what she asked, no matter how good he looked in his jogging pants and the black t-shirt that showed off his muscles.

"I'll try again," I told Darla before approaching the target area to retrieve the knives that were still on the ground.

A string of insults came out of my mouth as I bent down to grab the knives. Of all the times he had to enter the room, he chose the exact moment when I was in trouble.